⛪ The Sacred Church of Brunch Returns ⛪

The first bunch potluck was so blessed, so anointed in maple syrup and mimosa, that the congregation has demanded a second sermon. By popular demand - and by the holy authority of hollandaise - the Sacred Church of Brunch hereby calls the faithful back to the table.

A second potluck brunch has been ordained. The date has been set. The coffee will once again be strong enough to raise the dead.

The Rites of Holy Participation:

⛪ Make a Firm Commitment to Attend
A "yes" is a blood oath sworn before the patron saints of pastry. Flaking is the one sin no mimosa can absolve.

🍳 Bring a Handmade Dish
The Church can smell a grocery store rotisserie from three pews away. If it did not pass through your hands, it shall not pass through our lips.

🥄 Bring Your Own Beverage & Serving Utensils
A casserole without a serving spoon is a baptism without water - technically you are there, but nothing useful is happening.

💬 Post Your Dish in the Comments Section
Declare your offering so we do not end up with seventy percent banana bread and one lonely deviled egg.

📅 Need to Cancel? Tell Us Three Days Ahead of Time
Brunch forgives. What brunch does not forgive is a same-day "something came up" text while twenty people are already slicing fruit.

⚠️ Known Side Effects:

🥞 Catching yourself whispering "forgive them, for they know not what they brunch" at anyone who suggests pancakes at a chain restaurant.
🥓 Making eye contact with a stranger's bacon at a diner and silently judging its thickness, its crisp, its entire life trajectory.
🧈 Referring to butter as "she" and softly defending her honor when a cardiologist enters the conversation.

The prophecy continues, the table awaits, and your destiny is once again delicious. Sign up now and return to the pew where you belong.