Church Potluck. The Menu: Chinese Chicken Salad and a Roast

I love my church. I might have mentioned that before. Our church has gone through a lot in the past several years.  Things that would have crushed and destroyed other churches.  But God has plans for our church because we were not destroyed. We held on tight to each other and made it through.  Another thing I love about our church is that it has a lot of older people.  They just love our family and I think it's really neat that I can be good friends with women 10 or 20 years older than me. One thing that our church does well is have potlucks and today was one of them.  Of course, I'd forgotten about it until late last night, but fortunately, I had a Costco Chinese Chicken Salad in the freezer. You know, the kind where you just add lettuce and mix!  (We were supposed to bring a main dish, and technically I brought a salad, but we eat it like a main dish, and I never put my name on the bottom of the bowl so no one knows who brought it. Besides, what are they going to do? Kick me out of church because I brought a salad to the potluck and not a main dish?) Those things have saved my life more than once. Like the last time we had a potluck and I didn't realize it until that Sunday morning. I always make sure I have a Costco Chinese Chicken Salad in the freezer. Just in case!  So, anyhow today's potluck was in honor of the retirement of our church treasurer.  He's a wonderful guy with a dead-pan sense of humor. You ought to hear his Bob Newhart impressions. Priceless.  So, we're all eating lunch in the social hall and we actually have someone else at our table besides just our family. If you have a large-ish family with small children you tend to take up most of the table and everyone somehow "misses" those couple of chairs left, so you are never able to eat with anyone else at church potlucks. But today.... today was different. Today Miss T sat at our table. She's a missionary, which would account for her bravery and adventurous spirit.  We had a wonderful conversation with her. Thank-you Miss T for sitting with us!  After we had all stuffed ourselves silly with ribs and chicken and salads and casseroles (yummy casseroles, not the kind with sliced up hotdogs and macaroni they used to bring when I was a kid) and dinner rolls, they had a roast for Mr. C, our former treasurer (Who had contributed his fair share to roasts of previous members. Our church does enjoy a good roast). It was hilarious and, of course, done in good taste.  Most of it I spent in the back of the social hall with Baby who was starting to come unglued due to lack of sleep, but that's ok. I got most of it. After that it was cake and coffee and time to go home. It was a good potluck. Did I happen to mention that I love my church?