At least I know someone out there reads my column
I don't know why it amuses me so much, but after my column lamenting cooking for 30 people ran today, I got this e-mail from a local business:
Dear Melissa. If you get overwhelmed with Thanksgiving dinner give us a call. (Name) with (Name's) Catering.
Attached was a menu from which I could order several dishes. Except, it wouldn't be Thanksgiving for me unless I got my family's recipe of dressing and sweet potato casserole, not to mention Monkey Bread (not on her menu) or green stuff. But I got a chuckle out it.
