Posted by Mindy

Nancy Wilson has been such a wonderful blessing in our daughter’s life!  While Heather was going to school in Moscow, Idaho, she benefitted from Nancy’s teaching and took every opportunity to attend her Bible studies.   I’ve appreciated her godly wisdom and down to earth practicality passed on to me through my Heather and also through her blogging and books.

Ah, me!  I have some things to learn about Southern hospitality.  Just yesterday I served tea to a friend and completely forgot to set out the food which I had prepared!  When looking to settle young children and having a very quick, deep conversation, some things just get forgotten!  Which is why I appreciate Nancy Wilson’s blog entry “Hostess Bloopers.”

I don’t know about you, but I have pulled some real hostess bloopers over the years. (And, yes, I’ve had a few guests pull them as well, which makes us even.)  I am pretty certain that I don’t know about all my bloopers, because I’m always busy at the moment, and I fail to see what I failed to do.

One of my common blunders that I have tried to overcome is this one: I sweetly offer a guest something to drink, and then I forget all about it and never come through with the goods. Said guest is too polite to mention it, and unless it occurs to me later, they usually go drink-less. Just yesterday, in fact, a friend stopped by and I made a pot of coffee. But we got talking, and it wasn’t until she left that I realized the coffee never got poured! Nice! And to top it off, I had made scones which I never served her with the coffee. Now that’s a record for me. When I called her later to say oops, she had a jolly laugh and confessed that she didn’t even notice! Now that’s a thoughtful guest. And she pointed out that I had two granddaughters on site who were modeling hats for us while we visited. (They were waiting for a tea party with scones which I did not forget.) So she said I was justifiably distracted.

Sometimes I find one of the side dishes in the fridge after the meal.  I’ve left things in the oven too, and the results are not as kind. I’ve made a topping or garnish that never made it onto the dish, and it isn’t until cleanup when I see the little dish of chopped fresh parsley sitting ready for action.

Guest bloopers seem fewer than my hostess bloopers. The worst was a no-show when I had dinner all ready and hot. That was a let down. And a couple of times we have had guests who simply would not speak. I felt so sorry for them, and did all I could to make them feel at ease, but I finally had to resign myself to silent guests. That’s when I was grateful for chatty children.

The lovely thing about hospitality is that it is not a show. It is real life. And in real life things happen. Like when I pulled a lovely big pan full of lasagna out of the oven,  the dish split, and half the lasagna went with it to the floor. Oops.

You can visit with Nancy and her daughters at their blog