My friend Liz led a women’s discussion group at church several months ago. We met for eight weeks and watched a video series and then had discussion after.
The only reason I started going is because I like Liz so much, that is a fact. Sitting with a group of women discussing our opinions and beliefs on subjects is not where I’m most comfortable. I have strong opinions on many subjects, lots of them being quite controversial. I also sometimes have a big mouth and get myself into trouble by voicing those opinions rather than just keeping quiet. But, much to my surprise, joining that group and that discussion ended up being a good thing for me. I was forced into a situation where I wasn’t most comfortable, forced to listen more than talk, and that was good for me. The message(s) presented in each video were good, too. I genuinely like each person who participated and I’m glad I expanded my circle.
Fast forward to after those eight weeks — I knew I wanted to continue meeting, whether that was at the church, at a home, with kids, without, etc. I decided to just go ahead and offer up my house as the main meeting place and continue meeting every other Tuesday. I’m really happy that several women decided this sounded great, too, because I’ve had a lot of fun having coffee with my friends and my kids love playing with the kids who come. We talk about whatever comes up and sometimes we have things planned. We’ve discussed the role of Saints in the church and our lives, we’ve talked about Montessori, we’ve talked about many things. We’ve also played at the park and splashed on slip and slides and swam.
Today? We made fresh pasta.
I happen to really enjoy ravioli so I made some filling:
(1 lb sausage, 1 C ricotta, 1 C italian blend cheese, 1 egg)
Lisa brought her pasta roller (is that what it’s called?) and helped us figure out how to use it.
She also brought veggies and herbs from her garden and whipped up a little pasta dish that the kids ended up devouring.
And now I have a new skill in my pocket. That doesn’t mean I’m good at it. But it does mean we’re having ravioli tonight.