Sometimes it’s the little things that stress me out. . . like serving the perfect punch at a reception for my new boss.
I spent far too long sifting through recipes, trying to find a beverage that would be delicious, but easy to make. A few of my brain cells got damaged while trying to calculate how many cups each one would make.
And then there was the question of how to serve it. . . use the beautiful decanter in the closet at work or go with traditional punch bowls?
(I know, I’m sounding like “Martha” in the “Mary and Martha” story.) 
I finally decided it would be easier to facilitate the beverage with punch bowls . . . (one could be out on the serving table while I prepared a second batch in the kitchen.)
Ah, but would there even be two punch bowls in my workplace’s kitchen by the time of the party? I knew they had a way of disappearing. Continue reading “God cares about the little things”