Time to spill a secret that has been kept in the vault until now. It will come as quite the shock to you after many amusing posts about my cooking misadventures. Thursday evening I cooked. No it was not in the microwave using the popcorn setting even though that is the preferred method of your friendly disadvantaged cook. 🙂
It is still true that kitchen is a realm of existence that is a strange mysterious place for me. It is quite possible that angels gasp when I enter a kitchen. But once upon a time in a a galaxy far far away, your fellow blogger cooked steaks and burgers in a restaurant when he was a teen. So while it is true that kitchen is beyond my comprehension, the grill is a comfort zone for me.
I can tell when burgers or steaks are rare, medium rare, medium, medium well, or well done. Give me a grill and any meat and your worrisome cook is transformed into a Da Vinci of cooking.
So when we had our Family Literacy Picnic Thursday evening, I manned the grill cooking up about 100 burgers. To the surprise and wonderment of those who know me in the program, the burgers turned out to be good. It was almost legendary.
We all have different abilities and gifts. But how we serve is what matters. 1st Corinthians 13 says:
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
What matters is that we serve out of love for God and others. I love the families in Family Literacy, so I was glad to be at the grill spending most of my time grilling during the picnic.
It is also out of love that I do not attempt to cook for them in the kitchen for potlucks and instead buy something like sodas.
Thank you for reading. God Bless.