Robin and I have some new neighbors across the street and have been getting to know them casually through brief chats when we run into each other outdoors. Yesterday, we had friends from Kentucky coming over as well as our children; however, plans begin to fall apart around 1:30 as the snow began to increase. Our Kentucky friends called and had to cancel and we quickly called our girls to say that if the roads were too bad, don’t try to drive over.
Now the question was, what do we do with the food for 8 people? I suggested to Robin that we invite our neighbor, Susan, who we are good friends with. Robin then said, “Why don’t we see if Jerry and Judy would like to come”? (These are the new neighbors). I saw Jerry out going to his car, so I walked out and told him our situation and asked if they would like to join us. He said they would love to, but were on their way to a church program.
About 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door; lo and behold, it was our new neighbors asking if they could still join us. They had gotten out of the subdivision only to find the roads too icy to continue and had turned around and come home. The interesting thing about all of this is that as we begin to chat about some of the places they had lived, we began to pull community cookbooks from those cities off of our shelf and talk about the foods and the communities themselves from each different area. Who ever knew that a community cookbook could also serve as a point of conversation?
The evening turned out to be a great success (all of the gluten free recipes were from community cookbooks) and the conversation was moved along through the subject of food and cookbooks.
Now the question was, what do we do with the food for 8 people? I suggested to Robin that we invite our neighbor, Susan, who we are good friends with. Robin then said, “Why don’t we see if Jerry and Judy would like to come”? (These are the new neighbors). I saw Jerry out going to his car, so I walked out and told him our situation and asked if they would like to join us. He said they would love to, but were on their way to a church program.
About 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door; lo and behold, it was our new neighbors asking if they could still join us. They had gotten out of the subdivision only to find the roads too icy to continue and had turned around and come home. The interesting thing about all of this is that as we begin to chat about some of the places they had lived, we began to pull community cookbooks from those cities off of our shelf and talk about the foods and the communities themselves from each different area. Who ever knew that a community cookbook could also serve as a point of conversation?
The evening turned out to be a great success (all of the gluten free recipes were from community cookbooks) and the conversation was moved along through the subject of food and cookbooks.
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