She knows us from the neighborhood, and although I'm sure she didn't expect us to make the dinner ourselves, she probably heard that we are the type who think, "Someone's hungry? We gotta feed them!"
So Basil and I talked it over, decided "WE can do this!" and launched in...
But Basil cooked.
Spaghetti with a home-made marinara, moist and tasty Italian meatballs, hot-buttered garlic bread made from crusty baguettes and a salad with carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes and topped with a buttermilk ranch dressing made from a jug of real buttermilk.
He also had the tasks of pre-making, pre-boiling, pre-heating, and getting everything wrapped and ready to go to the school down the street. Basil is a stickler for health-laws (that's a good thing!) and he had to be extra careful with the food temperatures, since it all was to be transported in the back of a pick-up.
We served out of the south snack bar.
(Only bad thing- now they know we're suckers for feeding our boys and their friends/schoolmates/teammates.)

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