Last night Tim and I had to cater a dinner for a local organization at the lodge.
I found myself running around the rooms snatching
a few flowers from one, a vase from another, scouring cabinets for the proper table setting.
In the end I think the hodge podge of this and
that made a pretty decent table setting after all.
The party requested a Thanksgiving meal.
They wanted turkey with all the trimmings!
This meant I had to call this cook out of
retirement, throw an apron on him,
and request his help in the kitchen.
He rose to the occasion, just as
he always does for me.
Tim only allowed me to take his picture
if I would agreed to let him take mine.
I think he just wanted you to see what
I was ‘busy’ doing while he was ‘slaving’
over a hot stove.
In all honesty, he was profuse with his compliments on my dessert and all the work it had taken
me to pull a pretty table together.
All in all, I guess we both had our roles
to play. Right?