Busy Sunday

Last Sunday was one of my busier ones. I had plans to help teach a photography class, take a kid shooting and cook dinner for some friends, and at the same time make it to church. The day started out inauspiciously. I woke up later than I would have liked, so I was late getting away from the house. I went to three stores looking for cheese cloth. The local Walmart Market didn't have any, and the local Tom Thumb was out. Kroger had some, and I literally parked crossways, ran in, bought it and ran out so that I could make it to church.

I was a half hour late to church. My thinking was that I would miss the singing and all the preliminaries and make it in time for the sermon. It almost worked. The sermon was already underway when I took my seat, but I hadn't missed much. It was an excellent Sermon. More on that in a later post. After the service I offloaded about fifty pounds of leftover Christmas Oreo-wannabe cookies, then I waited.

That's all I could do. Apparently Yizong switched around some of his scheduling, and instead of being at TCC this Sunday as I had thought, he was at RCC. As such there wasn't much for me to do for three quarters of an hour. Two of the youth group hung around and started pizzas for the photography class, then started decorating one of the rooms for a Monday night do. Yizong got to TCC a little before 1 in the afternoon.

We took the pizzas and some other food into one of the classrooms and set up for the photography class. Only three people showed up. Two of the three really didn't care if they were there or not, and the third didn't say much of anything. I want to talk more about that class later, but for now I'll move on.

I went up to Roanoke with everything to make boeuf bourguignon plus a little single shot bolt action rifle for a kid. While I was driving up, Herman called and asked if we should go to the range or skip it and proceed directly to cooking. We went back and forth for a little while and ultimately decided to go to the range. When I got to Herman and Jen's I offloaded all the groceries, picked up Herman and Herman and headed to the range. Little Herman learned how to shoot his first rifle. Again, more on this in a later post. We stayed later than we should have and got back to start cooking at 4:30 in the afternoon.

That turned out to be a mistake. Julia wasn't kidding when she said it took two and a half hours to cook boeuf bourguignon. That's just how long it took to simmer the beef. All told we spent nearly four hours cooking. Misty, Jen's friend, showed up for dinner, but we were so late that she had to leave. We were so late that we had to invent something else for the kids to eat before their mom came to pick them up. Finally, at nearly 9 at night, we had dinner. It was worth every minute we waited! Julia definitely knew what she was doing when she wrote Mastering the Art of French Cooking. I want to go into detail on the dish, but again, I'll save that for later.

I got home at about midnight, thoroughly exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied. I had had a lot of fun, and I hope to do it all again!