|My cousin Beulah|
As I have mentioned before, the beautiful part of a funeral or memorial service is the gathering of family and friends. I was pleased to see other cousins, whom I rarely see any more. It was a joy to visit with them today.
Following the mass, the generous church ladies provided a very nice lunch for the guests. While seated at a table with several of my cousins, I mentioned having been to this church several years ago for our "adopted" Uncle Tony's funeral (actually not this very building, as the original Catholic church in St. Peter was destroyed in the 1998 tornado). Back then I remembered enjoying the lunch and asking one of the church ladies for the recipe for the hot dish they had served. After a few minutes, she returned to my table with the recipe. The name of the recipe: Funeral Hot Dish. I made that dish many, many times for my family—often at their request. Ask any of my kids the name of it, and they'll say, "We called it Funeral Hot Dish." Well, you guessed it, they served it again today!