|On this counter, about one-third of the spread.|
The SOPD dinners are life-giving events for us all. For example, one time, a dinner-goer fell and cracked her noggin. Imagine 20+ women scurrying about to manage her care (check out http://uncanneryrow.blogspot.com/2010/09/inas-clever-trick-mobilizing-village.html for the whole story). On another occasion, we showered our support on a dinner-goer whose daughter had been diagnosed with breast cancer. And I got a huge, healing “shot in the arm” from my SOPD sisters at my first dinner back after my stroke—it was a blast of love and good will that I was absolutely counting on, and it’s why I went to the dinner, even though I was still having trouble walking, talking, thinking, and staying awake.
The dinners are sometimes themed, sometimes not. Last night’s was loosely 1950’s Madmen-ish. Ray and I have been hooked on The Americans lately, so I took Cold War Double-Agent Borsch to the SOPD dinner. Making borsch is the sort of long, several-day ordeal one would only want to undertake once a year or so. Fortunately, I always cook enough food for a small village, and borsch freezes well (borsch pictured is served in pottery bowl by local artistic genius, Mike Hill - http://www.rehfeldsonline.com/?page_id=255).
|5-Day Cold War Double-Agent Borsch|
The meeting was eventually adjourned on account of sleet-turning-to-snow, which meant a hairy drive home for those of us who live beyond the borders of Little Town. But the text & phone tree went into immediate action and made sure everyone eventually checked in, safely at home.
THANK YOU, sisters, for another beautiful, hilarious, cathartic evening. The robins are returning, the peacocks are parading, Ray is grateful for the dessert sampler I brought home for him, and you've all buoyed me up once again, as spring slowly crawls toward the prairie. So until our next meeting, may Saint Martha, patroness of hostesses and dinners, watch over and bless you all.