Farewell Andersons!

Last Tuesday night we and a few other families from our church met at a local ice cream parlor to say a last farewell to our dear friends, the Andersons.
(You should know that the fact that I, an acknowledged anti-icecreamist was there, thus testament to how dear the Andersons are.)

Their oldest, Elise, came over a few weeks ago for a sock-knitting lesson, which was lots of fun.
I don't know which I'll miss more, the Andersons, or K. Anderson's famous brownies.
My stomach says brownies but my heart says Andersons.

Drat. Now my heart AND my stomach is unhappy.