This weeks menu…
Monday – ( I never got around to making this last week) Slow Cooker Sunday Sauce on spaghetti w/ roasted broccoli rabe
Tuesday – Crock Pot Baked Potato w/ toppings (steamed broccoli, bacon, sour cream, cheese)
Wednesday – Tacos Carne Asada w/ cilantro lime rice
Thursday – Baby pasta shells with asparagus and marinara sauce
Friday – Beef w/ Broccoli
Saturday – Cheesy Zucchini Enchiladas (I will more than likely add some ground beef to the filling)
Dessert: Baked Bananas w/ vanilla ice cream & just because I will not be able to help myself…pretzel chocolate chip cookies.
Is that the best idea or what?
I LOVE CHOCOLATE COVERD PRETZELS!
Adding pretzel pieces to chocolate chip cookies?
That is genius!
Today I was reminded of something I already know.
I need work in the area of hospitality.
The lady that used to live in our home (rental) came by to see if some of her mail had been delivered to our place.
She is super friendly and seems to enjoy chatting.
So, I went out of my comfort zone and invited her in to have a seat on the couch instead of standing on the porch.
Good right?
Well, yeah…but that’s where it ended.
I didn’t offer her anything to drink, a snack or to have dinner with us.
I know I don’t have to do any of those things…but I also know that I should have done all of them.
I got the feeling that she was interested and I’m sure it would have blessed her.
And the bad part…those hospitable ideas were swarming in my head…but the social anxiety/hermit side of me flared up and I was paralyzed.
Yep…if you didn’t know I was a freak…I’m letting you in on the secret 
And to top it off…yesterday Husb and I took cinnamon rolls over to our Swedish neighbor (the one who brought us cookies & coffee 10 minutes after we starting moving in).
And she my friends…has hospitality oozing out of her ears!
I have an open invitation to come visit with her (she doesn’t want me to be feel lonely…so sweet;), she always has tea, coffee and treats to share as soon as you walk in the door and she is lending me her bike this summer when she is back home in Sweden.
I’ve met the woman 3 times.
I’m not comparing myself to Fritta (isn’t that just the perfect name)…I am inspired by her.
I don’t know if she calls Jesus her Lord and Savior…but I know she has a quality that God asks us all to have.
Fritta is teaching me.
And it’s not a comfortable lesson…but with God all things are possible.
Even for a freak like me