Everyone loves the occasional church potluck to chow down on all the great food the women whip up at the drop of a hat.  Now the problem:  It’s difficult for a single man who not only hates to cook, but has created some hideous looking concoctions, to bring the appropriate little cute covered dish potluckthingy that he feels is necessary for his fair share of the meal.

After voicing my doubts and frustrations about the situation, several dear sisters have volunteered to bring enough food to hide my lack of culinary skills, so I’m definitely thankful for their kindness.  There’s really not that many people smacking their lips and pushing to the front of the line trying to reach side dishes prepared by single old men…and for good reasons.

It would be easy to grab some fancy bread, even perhaps a scrumptious looking store-bought banana cream pie, but in my experience everyone hops over these things and eats the homemade stuff, and I don’t blame them.  I fully plan to fearlessly appear at the next potluck with nothing eatable (which will be fine with most people,) but with promises of a tasty dish prepared in my name by a good cook, and eat shamelessly and abundantly…