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I know I did not post much during the first week or two of Oct. I was busy getting ready for the SC State Fair. I look forward to this every year. I have always taken home at least one ribbon every year I have entered. This year I got a blue ribbon for my pie again. I will share that recipe sometime this month with ya’ll (for the Southern accently impaired: that means you all)My strawberry cake took 2nd place this year which was a great surprise to me. I always thought this recipe, which I got from my in-laws, was just too sweet. Well, this is the south where nothing is sweet enough and there is nothing that is so healthy that can not be ruined by deep frying it. Take a snicker’s bar. Apparently it and the twinky were just too blasted healthy that they started deep frying them about 2 years or so ago. But I digress. While I did good, and I do not want to sound ungrateful or whinny. I did not get the blue ribbon in the competitions I wanted. The blue ribbon in the cake decorating is what I wanted. Why am I telling you about this? Why would I even think anyone out there cared? Well, I wanted to share how my talent came about. A complete and sudden gift of God. Sudden? Let me explain. I come from a long line of incredible cooks. Even my baby brother, the marine, could give Rachael Ray a run for her money. Grandmothers, Aunts, cousins, siblings; you name it. They are all incredible cooks. And then there was me. The joke of the family. This is no lie, the dog would not eat the horrid creations I tried. I swear that dog would run and hide anytime it heard me say, “I think I will try to make stew again.” The husband finally came to me after 3 years of marriage and lovingly said, “Honey, I love you. I always will but you can not cook. Please for the sake of our dog, stop trying.” So we lived off of take-out and thankfully had a Shoney’s restaurant down the road from us. We went away on vacation once and the manager called the house wanting to make sure we were ok because they had not seen us. One restaurant knew to expect us every Wednesday night after AWANA and had our meal ready when we showed up. So how did I go from torturing the dog to having people do everything they can to get invited to my house for dinner? It actually started with our Youth group. When ever we had bake-sales or asked people to provide food for an activity, we got….well…sorry no other term for it but crap. The same people that would go out of their way to make sure that the adult Sunday School classes and the church wide suppers had the best tasting, freshest and most expensive items, barely made an effort to get the cheap, stale sugar cookies from the store. Now please do not think me ungrateful, it just would be nice if some people put as much love and effort into the children’s ministries as they do the adults. So I did what I learned to do in Sunday School. I cried out to God. I begged Him to give me the talent. I did not want it for the personal accolades , I wanted it to help the kids out. I wanted them to see they were not second class to God or to us. A strange thing happened. My cooking started turning out good. Not just edible, but actually, really good. My grandmother called one day and told me that she knew how much I liked to decorate cakes so for my birthday she was giving me the money to buy the tools I needed and to take the I am living proof that God can answer the oddest of prayers! With everything that is going on in the world, the Creator actually took the time to give me the talent of cooking! Me! You would think He has better things to do. But He took the time to answer my prayer. You may be thinking what a silly thing to ask for or bother God with. But He cares about every thing in our lives, even the seemingly insignificant. |
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