A cheese tray?

A cheese tray?

My assignment is to bring an appetizer for a Saturday evening potluck.

But, it’s Friday night, and I’ve had a busy week. A sad week. I helped make plans for a good friend’s memorial service, helped contact people who loved her and helped write her obituary.

“Maybe I should make a spinach dip?” I ask my husband. “What if we made a cheese tray?”

“Go to the store, and buy a cheese tray,” Jerry tells me. “You don’t have to prove you’re a worthy person by cooking something.”

I’m buying a cheese tray.