Sunday our church had a pot luck lunch for a couple who has been transferred to another city. They have taught children's Sunday School for years, indeed they taught both of our children. Our church will miss them, and my husband and I will personally miss their friendship

This did not turn out to be an ordinary pot luck luncheon. The ladies who organized it put out a flyer that asked everyone to bring an entrée and another side dish. There were no breads or desserts - usually the dominant pot luck foods.

There were lots of salads, both green salads and fruit salads. The best one I tasted had mixed greens, carrots, almonds and some kind of fruity dressing. There were a fair variety of vegetables. I took basil green beans, and there was only one spoonful left when I brought the dish home. Because everyone was asked to bring an entrée, there was plenty of protein. Some people brought casseroles, but others brought chicken and chili. I had picked up a two-pack of eye of round roasts at Sams. I cooked both of them on slow heat Saturday night. One went to the pot luck, the other went into my refrigerator.

So often I leave a church dinner either still hungry or feeling guilty for eating stuff that I know isn't good for me. Not this time. I had an abundance of Type O choices, and came home well fed, physically as well as spiritually.