Comments on: It’s Not Purty But It’s Good

By: Carey

Carey — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 22:20:31 +0000

So, “quick” background. Until I was 6, my dad was the minister at a medium-sized church that did potlucks, but then we moved to a megachurch on the other side of town. And the potlucks… they DIED. I always missed them. In college, as part of a church plant, we actually interrupted the sermon to psyco-analyze potlucks, and realized there was something bonding about food (DUH!). And then I spent 2 years at a house church, where every week we potlucked together, amen. And it was so vital to our friendships.

SO. For our wedding reception, I kid you not, we are doing a POTLUCK. And if I were bringing food, I would be worried about it during the ceremony, we’re starting with the eating, yes we are. Food, the classic wedding slide show, go outside for the ceremony, back inside for cheesecake and dancing! :-D

By: Gen

Gen — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:00:10 +0000

While I’m certain that the Meridian Methodist crowd has a large number of fine cooks, I think that you might have underestimated the sheer number of Baptist cooks that abound in your home state. Surely there has to be some kind of proportional formula that makes your statement (“I’d put them up against any other church in Mississippi – even the Baptist ones.”) invalid.

And now I don’t mean to sound antagonistic or anything, but as a full-blooded Mississippi Baptist woman I’m just gonna have to say, “Bring it, sister.”
You understand that a cookoff is inevitable, right?

By: Sister

Sister — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 17:20:52 +0000

You do realize that this is something Mama would have never fixed while we were growing up, don’t you? :)

By: Karol

Karol — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 22:11:49 +0000

My Mamaw Mullen could be called the Queen of the Oakland Baptist Potluck. We would travel all the way from Greenville to stay with Mamaw and Papaw for their Vacation Bible School every summer. To kick off the VBS festivities, the Oakland Baptist Church would have an “Ice Cream Supper”. For the uneducated and less Baptist among us, that means just what it sounds like. Umm hmmm. Silver canisters of home made ice cream and every single thing you can think of to put on it. I firmly believe old Baskin Robbins must have been hiding in the hedge next to the Ford’s house and stole the idea from them. Just stole it. Anyway, they could ever more do just a regular pot luck also. Now we are approaching Holy Week. Five area churches host a service each evening. Well, sister girl, the church that hosts on Good Friday ( I am not saying their name but their initials are Tillatoba Baptist) can ever more put out a feast. They go all week to the other churches and take notes and then let me tell you, they lay out food from one end of that fellowship hall to the other. Let me know if you need to plan a visit.

By: Barb @ A Chelsea Morning

Barb @ A Chelsea Morning — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 17:50:59 +0000

I swear, I do not know a single other person who would even think to say, “Bon tater tot, y’all.” Just made my day. :-)