One of the best things about being from the South, is the great art of Southern hospitality. And we have definitely been on the receiving end of that since last Friday. We have had one visitor after another, one phone call after another, and more food than we could possibly ever eat.
Last night's supper was courtesy of Dr. Bill and Teresa Wright. Dr. Bill has been my dentist for the past 10 years or so, and they have taken us in as their own. We have tailgated with them, fished with them at their farm, shared uncountable meals together, and basically have just done all the things together that good friends do. Teresa was in our wedding, and Dr. Bill has always been a source of knowledge and advice.
So when they heard about Heather's hospital stay, they wanted to bring over supper.
During the fall, motorhomes cover Tuscaloosa on ballgame weekends, and Dr. Bill would drive his to campus where he had a spot reserved over in front of Coleman Coliseum. We'd head out on Friday's and stay late, arriving back on Saturday morning for pre and post game festivities. One staple of the weekend would always be fried chicken. Dr. Bill would bring out his cooker, and before you knew it, a heaping pile of chicken legs on an Alabama platter would magically appear.
So that's what he wanted to cook for Heather. They came over last night about 6pm with chicken, potato salad, baked beans, FRESH tomatoes, and yeast rolls.
Once again, I just about made myself sick. Literally. It was all sooo good! Heather and I feasted, and when her mom got in from church, she did as well.
Thanks, Dr. Bill and T! It was fantastic!
We are so blessed to have such wonderful friends. I don't know what we would do without them.
Ya'll have a good day!
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