High Praise

Today, in between General Conference sessions, I made food for our dinner and for 32 homeless men our ward is feeding tonight. Mark was my kitchen helper, and he busied himself stirring, cleaning and, of course, tasting. After he tasted the spaghetti sauce and the caramalized apple chunks he exclaimed, "Mom, if they had a high-class restaurant in heaven, you would be the head chef!" I don't think it would be "heaven" for me if I had to be in the kitchen all the time.