Supper club

I joined a supper club. At my church. Somehow that sounds very hot-dish, sensible shoes, permed hair, coffee in flowered cups. Someone in their 50s. Oh wait, I am in my 50s. I actually looking forward to it, the set-up is that we meet at each other's houses once a month and everyone brings something. I'm bringing oatmeal-raisin cookies because I'm really good at baking and not so confident about the rest of the courses. My son's not coming but I'm broiling him some chicken. I had to ask at the meat market how to do this and she looked at me as if I was asking them if chicken was edible in the first place. When she realized I really did need direction, she very gently and not even a little bit sarcastically said, "You just put it under the broiler." She suggested some olive oil and salt and pepper, she pushed for paprika, onion powder and garlic powder but I think I'll keep it simple.