I spend a lot of time at the kitchen sink doing dishes and cleaning up and there's one good thing that comes from doing repetitive tasks: you can ponder and wonder and process and ruminate....Well, tonight I was just thinking about the apple slices I made over the weekend. They were a disaster. Pastry must be done accurately and my attempt missed the mark. So, I was thinking that I spent a long time on that recipe and it has mostly gone to waste. But, was it a complete waste? I don't think so anymore. My mom is a fabulous baker. My fondest memories of growing up are in the kitchen, watching her bake, helping her bake, talking with her when she baked. The best recipes I enjoy of hers to this day are ones that are true labors of love. Her sweet potatoes take a lot of time and attention, as well as her apple slices, apple pies, and even her scallopped potatoes(o.k. that is cooking, not baking). My great thought out of all this is that she effortlessly showed us her love through the sacrifice of making all her wonderful, tasty treats. She loved to bake and make her special recipes for us. She never said, "I bake because I love you or want to show you my love"; she just did it. Now I bake and like to make special treats for my family and for her, too. And now I understand why she does it. To make something is to give of yourself to someone. It takes your time, energy, concentration, and commitment to make something that tastes yummy.
Wow! Jesus' love in the kitchen, that's a new thought!
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