As our mormon neighborhood welcome committee representative informed us (and then reminded Shane in an even more thorough inquisition/reminder call at work yesterday), our neighbors brought over dinner for us last night. We cleaned up our apartment (well at least relocated some of the boxes that are still yet to be unpacked), turned on the porch light and anxiously waited for 6:30 to arrive.
Two sets of neighbors arrived at the same time. Maria, the Colombian representative from the pink house next door, brought over empanadas. She was very friendly. With her was a couple from the house with black shutters who have 7 kids between themselves, who were less enthused to be here. They brought over two Ready-Pac salads. It was a slightly awkward exchange of chit-chat, introductions and food, but it was a nice gesture, even if it was instigated by our friendly neighborhood welcome committee representative. We sat down to eat our newly acquired dinner when the there was another knock at the door. The young couple from across the fence came over with brownies, rice crispy treats and toothbrushes (the wife is a dental assistant). It was all quite tasty, if a little strange.
Overall, it is kind of a nice tradition (rule?), even if the only thing that comes of it is a free dinner and the motivation to get everything unpacked and cleaned up within the first few weeks of moving.
Empanadas!!! Yum, but no floss???
Looks like Shane has lost weight. Jayna, you should feed that boy befor he shrivels up to nothing.
I think it might be an illusion. I have been feeding the boy quite well. In the past week we’ve had pork roast and gravy, bratwurst, sun dried tomato and chicken pasta and roast chicken, ALL with copious side dishes and desserts. If he’s losing weight it is his own fault.
Good girl!!!
I noticed he’s wearing the saved shirt.
Yes… I did too. He wore it as an undershirt under his polo shirt but took off the polo shirt after the first round of food arrived. Unfortunately the dessert came later, and he stood there talking to our new neighbors (and subsequently posed for a picture) without noticing what shirt he was wearing. I noticed, though.
I really should have thrown it away when he wasn’t looking.
Empanadas……mmmmmmmmm.