Fellowship dinner, potluck, linger-longer...they're all very similar and if you've ever attended church you've probably been to one.
Mark and I have been in church for all of our lives (a total of 71 years--don't you dare do the math) so we've been to quite a few.
Some dinners are laden with "salads" that have more calories than a steak dinner.
Some are teeming with desserts,
and then you have the yay-hoo who brings a butterscotch pie with RAISINS in it (shudder).
Yay-hoo, if you're reading: sorry to cause offence,
I'm sure you accidentally bumped the raisin box and they all fell into that perfectly good pie.
In short, all fellowship dinners are different. Throw in a different country and a different culture and there's an entirely new dimension.
Today we're going to visit a fellowship dinner in Scotland--
with nary a broccoli salad in sight.