We had some of Mikey's ward members over on Monday night for Family Home Evening. We were told it was just going to be one group (20 people--or less) so I decided to use up the rest of my peaches, before all 14 of them went bad, and make a big batch of peach cobbler. (I used this recipe. It was awesome. And magic. Read on).
As I sat and watched as the students arrived in groups of fours and fives I soon realized that we would have a lot more than the 14 or so students I was told to plan on. Try twice that many. Plus a few stragglers.
I went to the oven and thought what a measly offer it was for thirty-or-so people, and I blessed our trip to the grocery store earlier that day for the extra gallon of ice cream we got. We'd need every bit.
I took the cobbler out of the oven. It was hot and bubbly and smelled like the last few days of summer. I second guessed taking it up stairs. Maybe we could just settle on ice cream and chocolate sauce? I did have half a dozen pumpkin cookies from Saturday. . . Maybe this will be a lesson in sharing? Mikey can make it an object lesson? We can roll dice for dessert? Only winners in the game can eat? Only people expecting a child can eat? Girls only?
I began cutting up the cobbler and decided to cut it into 25 servings. Crazy. We served it with ice cream and I couldn't believe how full the bowls were. It was the miracle of the loaves and the fishes I tell you! Everyone ate. And it didn't seem like a pathetic excuse for a refreshment. It was more than a mouthful. It was a portion. A real life portion.
I didn't catch who gave the opening prayer and blessed the food, but they must have done a darn good job.
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