Last night was my birthday bash out at Wilderstead. I cooked Eintopf;
I got up ridiculously early this morning and got ready to cook some more. Our men's fish fry was today, and I whomped up Irish Bread and Butter Pudding, some merely passable Peach Cobbler, and Hush Puppies (which were the hit of the day). My brain is mush, and my body is rubber.
Next week, I'm cooking pork chops for our Wednesday Bible Study. Sunday the 17th, we're hosting a choir luncheon, and we're going Greek (gyros links on pita with tzatziki sauce, Greek salad, and either or both Tiramisu and Bougatsa.
O taste and see that the Lord is good.