When I was a kid, my mom always made the biscuits. They were simple and good. Nothing better than a fluffy, hot biscuit broken open and slathered with butter. I still use the same recipe today with my family. After I’d gotten married and had kids of my own, my dad took over the baking duties, and he was amazing! He usually had a sourdough starter bubbling away, and his chocolate chip oatmeal cookies were the best. My mouth is watering right now as I write this. I haven’t had one of his sourdough biscuits since his passing five years ago. 😦
The following anecdote about biscuits came into my email box this morning from a dear friend. It got me thinking about my dad and his biscuits, and that brought on the water works. I thought I’d pass it along. Maybe it will brighten your day, make you think about a dear friend or loved one, or just make you hungry for a home-made biscuit. If the story achieves any of those things, I consider my mission accomplished! Have a blessed day!
When I was a kid, my Mother liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, Mother placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my Dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my Dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mother and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing Mother apologize to my Dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.” Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!” You know, life is full of imperfect things, and imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each others faults – and choosing to celebrate each others differences – is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.
And that’s my prayer for you today: You will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, he’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker! We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child, girlfriend-boyfriend or friendship!
“Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – keep it in your own.” God Bless You….. Now, and Always….. So Please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burnt one will do just fine!