Remember church suppers when the ladies spent the day quibbling good-naturedly over whether meatballs were better formed with corn meal or crumbled whole-grain bread or dried-out Wonder bread? And how about binders ?An egg per pound? Two? What about those church suppers of yore when sides were delectably seasoned per generations-old family secrets? When desserts were to die for? At a church supper recently the meatloaf was standard dullsville from a grocery chain. The veggies were from a can without further embellishment – not even a dash of salt, let alone a sweet syrup or rich cream sauce or even a pat of butter. Desserts were uneven. Truth be told, one lady’s seasonal pumpkin bar topped with a dollop of whipping was superb. Other choices, well, the word “lame” comes to mind. Further disappointment: There is nothing communal about take-away eat-at-home Styrofoam trays. Whatever happened to church basement fellowship? Any good news? Yes: The $20 fare per plate for the Styrofoam event went to a good causes like helping the impoverished, the sick, and the destitute.
