Not on my watch.
So much for the whole ‘Preacher’s Wives shouldn’t worry about living up to expectations’ bit. I’m totally not letting my beloved church (or me, let’s not forget me!) be represented by a stale cake out of the deli case. This is one of those things that would have had the ladies clucking, “Oh look at that poor young preacher with the store bought cake. I bet his wife doesn’t cook.”
Don’t worry, baby. I got your back.
So I scrounged through the cabinets and refrigerator to discover I had the ingredients for Grape Salad. In my estimation, anything with cream cheese and pecans qualifies as a dessert. Anytime I make this or someone else brings it to church dinners, every bite is eaten and the bowl licked so it is definitely a safe standby in an emergency.
After I made the salad, I felt compelled to take a picture. My daughter said, “Mom, exactly why are you taking a picture of food?”
“Because doll baby, who knows the next time any will get cooked around here.”
Memories, people. They are made in the kitchen.