I attended a Filipino potluck yesterday.
The afternoon began as a celebration of six years in town. The group was related to a Filipino church plant. Every year they celebrate on their anniversary – and hand out T-shirts! The time allotted for a formal presentation seemed irrelevant – although we all knew food was to follow.
Then we surrounded tables. All the food was packaged the same (except for the Pizza). Of course, there was no problem finding out who made what. I’m not necessarily a recipe hunter, but . . .
And when we were done the spirit, soul and body was satisfied!
