Some things are worth repeating.
We’ll proclaim the truth by fasting and feasting: Christ died. Christ is risen. Christ will come again.
Lucky Buckets
Easter has always been in my top two holidays of the year. I love the springtime, the new dresses, the flowers, the unpredictable weather, and above all, the promise of resurrection.
For a decade now, I’ve hosted an Easter potluck at our house. My daughter, who has a habit of mixing up words in delightful ways, couldn’t think of the word potluck and called it a lucky bucket instead. That’s enough reason to keep the tradition alive.
I enjoy people’s reaction to a traditional potluck. This is the era of SignupGenius and MealTrain. We’re accustomed to declaring our culinary intentions or having a category assigned to us. First time guests of our potluck have a hard time believing that things will work out. They worry that there won’t be enough food or that everyone else will bring mac and cheese, too.
Would a lucky bucket full of mac and cheese really be bad?
Somehow, it always works out. We end up with some meat, plenty of carbs, and a couple of green vegetables thanks to the conscientious parents out there.
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