My Cousin Patty hasn't met a problem that couldn't be fixed with food. When she heard my mother died, she called, her voice cracking and offered her condolences. Then she got to work.
Next thing I knew, I had 4 containers--vats, is the only way to describe them--of beef barley soup, a large cooked ham, a tray of eggplant (must have weighed 10 pounds) and her super duper chocolate chip banana bread (which she makes with commercial grade, oversized pans).
My neighbor, Sheryl, made a beef stew and brought rye bread (light rye, she's blonde) and butter.
Kim, a skating mother, sent over a pasta dinner with meatballs and garlic bread and homemade cookies.
Patty, not to be outdone, sent over Wave II which was a whole chicken pot pie (in a large pan) and another tray of eggplant.
My godmother came up from Connecticut with homemade pizzelle (wafer cookies), brownies, a large cheesecake and 2 dozen Bruegger's bagels and six tubs of cream cheese
My husband said he never ate so well.
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