Life in a small town is all about the food.
See here my contribution to a few upcoming community events. This week's after Church snack, a funeral lunch, veteran's Christmas boxes, the ladies group I'm hosting next week, and hopefully a bit left over for my own Christmas.
The kitchen still has 'mega mess' written in flour on the counter top and as is all too often my custom, I'm ending my marathon day in the kitchen by cleaning the oven. If it isn't my cup, it's my pie.
Fred, bless his heart, took one look at the kitchen and suggested we eat out. He read my mind.