Salads, Cookies, and Sin April 20, 2008
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , 1 comment so farThe “Salads” part is just a rant, here, no charge. Today’s Sunday feast included a new “salad” recipe for Cherry Delight. I became suspicious when I looked at the ingredients list and there was none of this:
(which for some obscure reason I associate with true salads) and instead: sweet cherries, crushed pineapple, cream cheese, (a full bag ~ yikes ~ of) marshmallows, and Cool Whip. So, just to say, although we had salad in name, we had none in fact. I even had to check dictionary.com to see if I was too narrow-minded, and, for the record, they are with me:
| 1. | a usually cold dish consisting of vegetables, as lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers, covered with a dressing and sometimes containing seafood, meat, or eggs. |
| 2. | any of various dishes consisting of foods, as meat, seafood, eggs, pasta, or fruit, prepared singly or combined, usually cut up, mixed with a dressing, and served cold: chicken salad; potato salad. |
| 3. | any herb or green vegetable, as lettuce, used for salads or eaten raw. |
| 4. | South Midland and Southern U.S. greens. |
| 5. | any mixture or assortment: The usual salad of writers, artists, and musicians attended the party. |
Now on to cookies, and, um, yeah, sin. Unfortunately when I go to church and sometimes squeak through the sermon without a mighty pinch, I get it later. Today one of the ladies is trying to organize a cookie reception kind of thing. I like making cookies. I like eating cookies. I like the way cookies look. I like cookie receptions. I even have kids who make good cookies should I not feel like actually doing it. What I don’t like, is being told what to do and when to do it, and that was happening today to the other women approaching Miss Organizing the Event, so I went the other way. Lame, isn’t it? No, actually, downright sinful. Although I did not figure out how sinful it was till I was home thinking about what kind I would make and the first thing that came into my mind was the Already Been Chewed Gingerbread Boys so that I never get asked to bake cookies for a similar function again.
So, now, not only will I have to be told what to do and when to do it and maybe even what kind of cookies and how many I want to make, I also need to repent about this whole idea I still have about being boss of my own life. At least the part about being boss of my own cookie sheets. The problem with sanctification is the one-thing-at-a-time part. I just hope it does not come to my pie pans anytime soon. I hate baking pies.