Yup, you read that right.
This afternoon, I took my computer and strawberry cream cheese brownies to church. Ostensibly to help cook dinner. Yeah, right! Super efficient quilting grannies had everything ready by the time I got there (two full hours before serving time). I barely got the chance to transfer cookies and bars to serving trays. I did get to find serving utensils for my own brownies, but that was it. Instead, I took out my computer and worked on a writing project while participating in various conversations as people came in and out of the kitchen.
Yeah, kitchen conversations. 🙂 That’s where the fun is at. The atmosphere reminded me of holiday gatherings where all the real conversations happen in the kitchen.
Well, super-efficient grannies worked themselves out of jobs, too. One started going through the pantry to find napkins, throw out expired food, and organize the leftover supplies. She took out a stack of tiny plastic cups and asked, “What are these for?”
Another granny, the one in charge of the cooking, answered without hesitation. “We could use them for jello shots.”
I was in the middle of a serious, earnest conversation with a third granny about children’s messages and educational activities. After hearing that comment, though, I broke off to ask in disbelief. “Jello shots?”
At the raucous laughter that followed, I explained, “I thought there was no way you could mean jello shots! I thought you meant, I don’t know, cello clocks. Because that would make sense.”
The joke followed both of us around for the rest of the night. When she got ready to serve the dinner, I asked her whether I could get a jello shot. Another said I should bring jello shots to our weekly game. During church there was some laughter before the service had quite finished, and of course it was from She of the Jello Shots. I asked her afterward, “Is that kind of noise what happens when you do jello shots before church?”
Another quilting granny gave me a piece of paper with her contact information and an invitation to visit her house tomorrow night (sadly, I can’t go because of an impending deadline). She of the Jello Shots overheard and saw the paper. She told me, “That’s probably the recipe for jello shots.”
I’m pretty sure it’s not quite legal to laugh this much during Lent. 😀 Which only makes it all the funnier.
Spanking grannies, jello shot grannies, quilting grannies. Whoever thinks old age sounds boring has never spent time with a group of grannies. I look at them and hope I’ll have as much verve and enthusiasm for life when I am their age. I find myself rather envious and wishing I could live the retired life. Apparently, my soul mates are in their 70s, 80s, and 90s. Except for the young’uns who are only in their 50s and 60s. 😀
I’m trying to figure out what kind of cups would be strong enough to hold boiling Jello until it cools. I’ve got to figure out a way to bring She of the Jello Shots her very own Jello shots. 😀
And here I thought *I* would be the naughty one, corrupting sweet church ladies…