Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

Sometimes lunch is a quickie with leftovers from my fridge before I resume the projects on hand, but that wasn't the case last week. Not only were all the foods different, they were also at different places.

On Monday I settled in my little greenhouse to eat a salad while the sunshine nudged temps to record-breaking highs. Chloe Pup looked on but my husband was at a meeting.

On Tuesday I sat at my usual place with my husband and six of our grandchildren joining me. On the menu were shredded, fried potatoes and broiled sausages to eat with ketchup. Broccoli with cheese was a favorite dish...