I have posted many things about cooking and food. I guess you all now know I love to cook and enjoy food. I have joined a Supper Club. It's not the kind where you do progressive dinners, or meet at a restaurant. This is where you cook or make a couple of dishes and take to someone. I was asked by some members of the club if I would cook something to help them out. They were going to be short this month due to so many going out of town that weekend.

  I did my usual twenty questions about what should I cook and bring. Then I was told it was for a hospice. Now I have never dealt with a hospice house before and didn't know what to expect. I did my usual twenty questions about it. This hospice has people who have little or no family. They have people who are dying of all kinds of illness. The also had a number of residents who were suffering from AIDS. Now I am fully informed about AIDS and how a person could become infected. I was reassured that I was perfectly safe.  

That Saturday the 8th came around and I made broccoli & rice casserole, a vegetable salad, and watermelon and cantaloupe. We were also asked to bring fresh fruit if we could. I pick up a large assortment of fruit. I dressed myself in my 501's, flash tee shirt and my red Adidas. Loaded up the car and here I went. I kinda knew where this place was because it was in a section of Dallas I grew up in. However, I was kinda expecting some drab building. I was surprised! It was a set of apartments that had be renovated with a beautiful wrought iron fenced court yard with a water fall and pond. When I when I went in the lobby was just like a living room at home. I met one of the guys with the supper club and he showed me the kitchen. He introduced me to the director of the hospice. I asked about the fruit, and he said if you will wash it and put in one of large bowls.

 Now about this time everyone else began to arrive. All I can say is FOOD-FOOD-FOOD. We had sushi a big platter [I was not sure about that!]   we had everything you could image. With home made deserts. There was a lot of fresh fruit brought too. When we got everything ready the people had begin gather in the dinning room and those who could went through the line and we served them and also served the ones could not. The interesting part was we were given to-go boxes and we went in line and made meal for those who could not come down to dinner. Then we ate dinner with the house family [that what the call everyone living there] and I had a wonderful time talking and sharing. I was informed that my casserole was a big hit. Then we put the fruit out on the coffee tables in the common room. Oh how they enjoyed that fruit. I was told that one thing these people do not get is fresh fruit. We cleaned up and was getting ready to leave, many of the family came and thank us for the meal and the time we spent.  

Now, while on the way home if I thought that I never took the chance and stepped out my comfort ZONE, I would have never had the Blessing, or the chance to share something I enjoy it! It made me feel SUPER! I also made me humble to think of all the blessing I have and take for granite. I will be cooking next month also. Sometime to grow you have to leave your ZONE.