August 2, 2010

• A Culinary Mistake

  

  Today, I really, really, REALLY wanted to veg. To just be me, by myself, for a little while; listen to music, read, tidy up the living/kitchen area, enjoy the kind of atmosphere that appeals to me and helps me feel blessed. An atmosphere in which I can think enough to put complete, logistical thoughts together without becoming analytical or judgemental. Veg. So when Hubby came into the kitchen and announced that soon he'd have to leave for his Championship softball game (in which he shouldn't play because of his hurting back), I went into panic OH MY STARS I HAVE to COOK DINNER mode. Like make something edible and even nice to look at but not too heavy. With what? This kind of panic usually (of course, this has happened before) means I get flustered and make mistakes. In order to sort of succeed in this task, I had to be a teeny bit mean and shoo out the dogs, the teens and the Hubby. I threw together Corn puddin'. Oops! I used an entire container of sour cream. Improvise, improvise, I told myself. Sheesh! I'd NEVER make it on one of those insane cooking shows where you only get a half hour to make something gourmet with ridiculous ingredients. I dream of going to France to learn something exciting and easy about french cooking and or baking. But for now, I'm stuck here. I added 2 more eggs and another stick of butter and a cup of flour and a dash of baking powder and oh....maybe a quarter cup of sugar for the excitement. I got my quota of exercise after whipping this concoction with my right arm. Then into the favorite 9 by something yellow (French looking) baking dish went this corn cake batter. I guessed and eyeballed on the baking time and temperature. And prayed. In the meantime, it was obvious that this thing was NOT going to be finished in time for "dinner", so I threw my mind into whipping up some refried beans, made from beans that I cooked to death yesterday. I piled on some chopped chedder and made lucious bean burritos. My fans, um, family members were happy. Satisfied. And those burritos weren't even pretty! So, the guys left for their game and after 20 minutes, I took the corn puddin' out of the oven then drove Brianne out to the ballfield. The drive was nice; I had the music on and the car windows down. The air smelled fabulous, thanks to all the cleansing rain we've had! "Maybe this is what France smells like", I thought. I walked into my house and was welcomed by one happy doggie. After cutting myself a generous piece of the "puddin'", I sat down to relax and took a bite. OH! My flippin' goodness. What a fabulous and pretty mistake I made! And you know what? God didn't make ANY mistakes. We're human and He allows us to choose and make mistakes and find our way. He gave/gives us Christ to lead us. He gives us the Holy Spirit to live  within us, to provide the guidance, the cleansing, the faith, the way, the truth, the eternal life, the almighty power to go from one nano second to the next. I know that in the end, I will be in Heaven with him. That's the puddin'. That's the France; the perfect dream of a lifetime!

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