I am of the strong opinion that eating together is one of the best ways to get to know people and form familial type bonds. I have the luxury of eating three meals a day, of which I am well-aware that much of the world doesn’t have this option. But, I am convinced that if that blessing is available to us, we are much better off doing it in the company of others. It is a good thing that our small group shares my sentiments.
This particular epic dinner involved another International-themed potluck and homemade ice cream. Mind you, this was the kind of dairy that didn’t come from a carton and it was fantastic! Things were a little chaotic with people running around the kitchen and Josiah and I being designated to make up a recipe and end up with an edible result.
These were quite the selection of machines and we were unsure if they were up to the task.
Rachel’s faces make me think she was a skeptic. Jim came to the rescue when one of the machines went kaput. All of his efforts were for naught when we found out some teeth were missing in a gear. We were then down to one machine.
Rachel made sure that I got fed while I was trying to prevent a dairy catastrophe.
While Connie was double checking the kids ice/salt job, Payton was hard at work replanting a banana tree for the neighbor.
Finally there was ice cream to enjoy (topped with your choice of mangoes or strawberries).
Finally, the evening ended with a campfire and the collapse of the hammock. Rachel wasn’t phased and didn’t even drop her ice cream.
It was a night to remember for sure!
Yay! Another post. I needed the reminder about community. I was being tempted to pull back in survival/protection mode and God used your post to once again urge me to build bridges in relationships, to not pull back. ~ Getting out of the comfort zone once again.