Slice it, dice it, mince it and the texture changes, yet the flavor of an onion remains the same. In preparing the Romanian eggplant salad, I know how to tweak the crunch to please the palate. Add olive oil and lemon with just one teaspoon of salt and pepper to taste, and the well beaten pulp of the four to five baked eggplants is truly delicious. The eggplants are pierced with a fork and set on an aluminum foil lined cookie sheet and baked at 400 degrees for an hour. Once cooled, it is sliced open, spooned into the mixing bowl. I let it mix for at least fifteen minutes… There is a point to this…
Likewise, the mindful storage of kitchenware ameliorates the efficiency in preparing a meal. Certain tools fit comfortably like an old glove to stir a batter or flip a crepe. Timing of course is equally important and multitasking at some point reminisces a concert like all of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. We become better at what we practice more and as a piano teacher reminded my sons, perfect practice makes perfect. Oh, the stress of it all! Even with the most proficient care, cooks, and I dare say, master chefs, have blunders. Yes, most have essential blenders, but unfortunately, there are “blunders.”
YIKES, what a word: BLUNDER! It constructs the image of an unseen event, as if our eyes may have been shut. So true. In a careless instant, a burn of any kind near the stove or oven, can be assuaged by” dusting it good” with flour; yep, keep a jar for an emergency dip, and voila, the pain subsides. Oh, but where can “blunder” be stored ? In the pantry, or can it be discarded?
Mind you that after clearly remembering the location of certain kitchen gadgets so aptly placed in entirely too many kitchens due to moving ( fourteen times in thirty-eight years to be exact), I need to rely on a quote by John Muir in order to make my point clearer about blunders or the more elegant word: faux pas.
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it all attached to the rest of the world.” __John Muir
No wonder we falter, even a gourmet cook or a theologian for that matter can be tactless and meet up wit Faux Pas. “Stupid is as stupid does” said Forrest Gump, and even remarks spoken or written in error are in fact wholly unholy. Just as I was brewing to write an apology to Jeremy of Accelerated Web Solutions for doing and saying the unthinkable about a glitch on this site over the weekend, Pastor Bryan Jones from Grace Church knocked at the door for an unannounced visit. My favorite kind because then I can excuse the ruckus of the four dogs so easily ignored by the seven hens and one rooster in the front yard. If a feather makes its way to the entrance, I too can ignore it with a sigh.
The how “do-you-dos,” the catch up on weather reports of wishing for global warming due to the exceedingly cold temperatures and abhorring the dense, menacing fog then led to the sharing of health issues among us and friends, and family situations, including the announcement of the new Thursday Bible studies at 2:00 PM. PHEW! Thank God I had home baked Greek cookies and Guava nectar to serve. I held on to my tea towel, how did Pastor Bryan end up talking about Apostle Paul’s admittance of wrongdoing in Romans:7 ? He blurted something so fast I asked him to let me write it down. I handed him my trusty Zondervan Bible and he read just what I needed to hear. Was it a coincidence? The amicable exchange of stories filled a pleasant afternoon hour and he blessed us with a prayer. Bless his heart.
I returned to this task at hand to face the same dilemma Apostle Paul addressed in Romans 7:15-16 : “I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do, I do not do but what I hate I do. And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good.” Okay, it may sound like a riddle, but in essence the blunder dance with faux pas steps throws yoke in the face. The law of kindness is the one sometimes easily forgotten.
Being “overwhelmed” already admits to be in the “throws of under”. It is in such a state coupled with impatience that my hand used the power of the pen to accuse in retaliation to a task that was simply resolved with the click of Jeremy’s mouse in a timely fashion. Being entirely focused on slicing, dicing, and mincing to deliver the strongest message I could, the flavor turned out TACTLESS. The devil did not make me do it. The imperfection is within me. Plus, years ago I painted Ralph Waldo Emerson’s quote on a tiny framed canvas: “Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.”
I faltered. I blundered. I apologize to Jeremy for the rude Monday morning surprise. He is an asset to Accelerated Web Solutions as he gave his time and expertise with great patience and he went above and beyond the call of duty to assist me in constructing this blog. The planning and preparation to deliver messages that attract an audience is important to me. I wish I had beat the giants in the invention of the technology that magically serves a feast of options to suit individual preferences. Jesus said we would do greater things than He… His modesty is divine. His Father too must smile. I do too when I think of how He invented an onion.
“Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.”