November’s First Friday Potluck

On the way into Liberty Hill the clouds opened up and tried to drown us. Well that’s a little melodramatic. But it did rain really hard.

I said to Ella, “I wonder how many will be there?” The answer was two: Ella and I were the only ones there. But we had plenty to eat. We had the leftovers from Thursday – chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy etcetera. Plus Ella made pumpkin bars and I had brought beef stew. The chicken I bagged and froze for some future use.