The house is quiet but the whirring of the dishwasher. You’d never know that just an hour earlier, the house was full of activity; laughter, conversation, and the hushed whispers of cousins sharing secrets.
At one point in the evening, I confided in my dad, “I love these get togethers.”
“Family is what it’s all about,” he answered.
That is why I started the tradition of a Fall Family Potluck.
We decided on an italian themed meal this year. Mom said that she thought it was the best menu we’ve ever had. It was definitely good. Very good.
Mom brought lasagna, one sister brought spaghetti for the kids and the other sister brought chicken penne. I provided the soup, salad, and bread.
The soup is a copykat recipe of Olive Garden’s pasta e fagioli.
There’s always so much leftover food. We’ll be having soup and salad for dinner again tomorrow night, but I’m not complaining. A night off from cooking is always welcome.
My heart is filled to overflowing, and my stomach feels like it’s about to pop.
See you in class,