The Art of Serving Bad Food
My grandmother (my mom’s mom) is an excellent host. She’s funny and friendly, plans ahead to make sure everyone feels welcome, and cooks great food.
Let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…
(Hebrews 12:1-2)
My grandmother (my mom’s mom) is an excellent host. She’s funny and friendly, plans ahead to make sure everyone feels welcome, and cooks great food.
I’ve been writing about hospitality lately, and it occurs to me that there is an art to being a good guest, too. Receiving hospitality properly
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