The World Series starts tonight! In your own life, what would be the equivalent of a walk-off home run? (For the baseball-averse, that’s a last-minute, back-against-the-wall play that guarantees a dramatic victory.) Glad you explained that, Ben, otherwise I wouldn’t have a clue!
This is a hard one! All that comes to mind is an impromptu brunch that my sister and I put together in short order.
My second daughter got married 7 years ago. The groom’s family came (maybe two dozen), as well as lots of other family members from far and wide including lots of children. The wedding was on Saturday afternoon, then the newlyweds went off on their honeymoon, and we were left with lots of relatives to feed and entertain. We had planned for Saturday night, so that was fine — a cookout on the deck with pleasant conversation and happy children running all over our big backyard. On Sunday, many of the visitors turned up at our house to regroup and go sightseeing in Washington D.C. We had not planned a brunch — guess we thought they’d eat before going out.
But our suppositions were wrong, and my sister and I were faced with at least 18 adults and children and started to make a brunch. I literally emptied my fridge and freezer of anything that could be construed a breakfast item. We made pancakes from mixes, pancakes from scratch, toast, french toast, eggs — whatever we could find, and had not a crumb left over.
It was all great fun, really, and tested our resourcefulness to the limit! But again, everyone was happy, and when they were well fed, they loaded into cars to go sightseeing for the afternoon, and had a great time. My sister and I did not go with them; we had already had our workout for the day. We just cleaned up, and got ready for the next meal (planned this time).
It was wonderful to see all ages of people from two families — and some people not related at all — blend together so nicely and enjoy whatever they were doing. It was hard work, but some of the most rewarding I’ve ever accomplished.