Resurrection Baptist, my congregation in Southeast, went to visit a church in Virginia, my home state. It was a small church with a separate dining room. The people there were so friendly.
Their food was so delicious. I can remember all of it fi ve years later! Fried chicken. Pot roast. Fresh vegetables like kale and green beans seasoned with onions, just the way I like it. Cabbage. Potato salad to die for. So much food you couldn’t get all of it on your plate. Then the cakes and pies you wanted to savor forever. The big sisters in the kitchen really cooked it up. And they couldn’t wait to show me. “C’mon in, girl!”
That’s what I call a supper to remember. Hometown in God’s house.
