Today was the potluck and I excitedly (and guiltily) brought my "dish" to pass. We had to go to church early for small group so I figured I could just throw it in the oven an hour before and be good to go. Well, the oven was already "on" when I got there so I just put it in and went to service. After church, I went back to grab it from the oven and it was stone cold. The oven wasn't actually "on" but was waiting for someone to type in more info on the control panel (gotta love technology--I can't even figure out how to run an oven!). SO, as far as I can tell, God, in his infinite mercy, prevented the poor potluck attendees from experiencing the Chicken Broccoli Ziti that I should have thrown away a month ago when I made it!
I now see the error of my ways and will never again attempt such a devious plan to unload gross cooking errors on unsuspecting victims. I actually can't believe I thought it was a good idea in the first place! (Neither can Bo.) For those of you who were praying for my warped conscience to be brought back into line, thank you.
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