About once a month I can find a salad supper to attend within a fifty mile radius. Not just lettuce and tomato and dressing. I'm talking SALAD. Vegetable salad, Grilled chicken salad, Beef and veggie salad, and a ton of dessert salads.
The latest salad adventure was at the parish hall of the church across the street. Last year there were a couple hundred women packed into the hall and there were enough salads for us all to make return trips to the salad room. There was entertainment and raffles and lots of visiting and laughter. This year the entertainment was different but the food was excellent. Mini sandwiches on homemade rolls (which I can't eat), thin pieces of ham rolled up, and tables of salads.
After each table had visited the salad tables, a five piece group took their places and we were entertained in fine style. All five sang in harmony, two played guitars while singing, and they took turns telling jokes between songs. Some of the songs they turned into humorous songs, like Ghostwriter in the Sky became a funny song about chickens headed to Kentucky Fried Chicken getting revenge.
The event lasted a little over two hours and we all arrived back at our homes before the storm came. Good timing, don't you think.