Ack!

It is the tradition of the varsity football team at the teenager's school to do a team dinner every Thursday night. This is just for the boys and their coaches, but it's about 45 people. Sign-ups happened at a meeting at the end of the season last year, so I missed them since the teenager wasn't playing then. Well, apparently they were unable to fill all 10 slots. It is customary for a family to provide all of the food and the home for the dinner. One family was able to provide food, but since they have a son who plays JV football on Thursday nights, they were unable to host at their home. Which is where we come in. A couple of weeks ago, the coordinator called and asked if we would be able to provide the home for the event. I asked a few questions about what would be required and then said yes. It seemed easy enough. Until the person providing the food never called until two days ago. And when she did, and told me what she was making (chili and mashed potatoes), I was a little heart sick. See, as anyone who knows me in real life knows, I take my hosting responsibility very seriously. I want everyone here to be happy and leave well fed and content. I know my own teenager would not be eating the food she is providing, and I am guessing at least half of the other boys won't either. So, last night I decided I need to cook something as well. The teenager said spaghetti, which is relatively easy, even for a crowd, so that's what it is. I also got some other things to go with the chili to make it more palatable for teens, like tortilla chips and cheese. So this dinner, which I only had to provide a house for, has ended up costing me a small fortune in food, paper goods and beverages. And now I have to cook! Oh well, I am grateful that I have the money to spend and the house to fill. But you should be praying for me anyway!