I am always so amazed as I watch people get food ready in the kitchen for a party. We were at my cousins house for St. Patrick’s Day, her birthday, and my Aunt Nora’s birthday. Everything seems pretty relaxed, just a couple of quick checks that most people probably wouldn’t even notice…until SHOWTIME. As serving time approaches, it’s all hands on deck in the kitchen (as long as you aren’t getting in the way). Everyone is working like a fine oiled machine. Take the pan out of the oven (hope it’s finished), put the hot pad on the counter, cut the meat, cut the bread, take out the salad dressing, and the list goes on. It’s almost like watching a juggling act as pans, dishes, silverware, and baskets are being taken down, put out, and passed around. As the cooks in the kitchen finish putting out the last details of dinner, the dinner call is heard and passed throughout the house, and the masses of family and friends rush to the kitchen as if famished. The cooks fade to the back…PHEW!…is written all over their faces!