Several years ago a few friends gathered together once a week for dinner. One household was responsible for making the entire meal that night. Thus “community dinners” were born. We developed friendships that looked more like family relationships as we saw each other every week, in good moods and bad, after good days and bad. Sometimes our kids were good, and sometimes they were bad. You get the point.
Needs More Butter began as a simple way to share recipes with each other.
Life happened and God called several of us away to pursue missions work, higher education and jobs. We’ve since replace community dinner with small group nights for Redeemer. Nonetheless, we try to keep the tradition of good food going.
Community dinner remains one of my favorite traditions. And I still think of its participants as family.