Long, long ago, an acquaintance of mine from out of state mentioned that she and a friend spent one day a month making gourmet meals to freeze for both families. She said their babies would play nicely together on a blanket on the floor while the women researched delicious recipes and their suitability for freezing.
That sounded good to me, and I kept trying to get someone to try it with me even though I did not have the kind of babies that sat quietly on a blanket while I sprinted to the bathroom, much less pored over cookbooks. Finally I convinced my friend Elizabeth, proving that she was a true friend because in reality her husband enjoys cooking and she didn't have to cook every meal anyway. Still, we got our groceries and recipes together, combined our 5 kids (hoping my baby would nap) and started in. I picked up a fresh carrot and an even more freshly sharpened knife... and immediately cut off most of the end of my thumb! I calmly lifted it above my heart, as one is told to, and announced to Elizabeth that we would be needing to visit the emergency room as soon as possible.
Needless to say, we did not continue the experiment. In fact, now that I think about it, I'm not even sure what happened to those groceries (my thumb is fine, though). It would be many a year that I would cook alone before I ventured to cook in company again.
Once the baby that I had hoped would nap during that ill-fated cooking date had turned 10 and had a little sister who was 7 in addition to a 12-year-old brother, I was sick and tired of figuring out what to feed these people by myself. They were hungry for good, solid food, and I was hungry for good, solid friendship. If I could combine the two I'd be a happy girl.
At the time I lived very close to 3 really good friends. We had prayed together as part of our school's Moms In Touch group and had labored through the ups and downs of our combined 10 children for years. Additionally, we had cackled like fiends (except for one of us who snorts, but more about her later) at any number of twisted jokes and crazy situations, and I knew these were gals I could trust and have fun with.
So I suggested it. Would anyone be interested in cooking together once a month? Why... YES! They were interested. And the train was in motion.