Friday, April 18, 2008

Call me Elmer.

Yesterday I woke to find half of my spinach and most of the butterhead are gone out of the cold frame. "Now I'm not saying we should get a .22. But maybe we should trap and release a few," said Dan. "No," I replied after a moment. "We should get a .22." This coming from the same girl who a year ago watched with horror as a barn cat licked clean a bunny carcass. Now I'm witholding cat food until I see at least 6 clean bunny carcasses.

This morning I was able to direct sow 2-20 foot rows of delectable salad greens and spinach. Butterhead, mesclun, frisee, raddichio and some spinach. All within the safety of a fence this time. Hopefully by next week I'll have radishes, peas, potatoes, carrots and onions in too.

Yesterday I got the grain mill fired up despite the hives and ground up some corn. By the time Dan and I left for our E-Team meeting, we had a piping hot basket of corn bread in tow to share. The potluck was thrown together at the last minute, so we all brought a bit of a hodge podge ... Beef Stroganoff, Baked Apples, Heart Attack Pasta (Father's version of Carbonara), Marshmallow Salad and my corn bread. Doesn't sound like it would go together does it? Well, it did. It must've been the Holy Spirit working on our taste buds. In fact it was delicious. And so was the brownie fudge sundae's for dessert.

The conversation and discussion was awesome, as usual. We talked about God's love as embodying both eros (burning desire for us) and agape (wanting to pour himself out for us) and how we were made to love in the same way. Amongst all the great comments and hilarious blunders (father's as usual), there was a side note made. It stands alone in my thoughts as the One Thing I will ponder for years: A father punishes his son for a wrong by not letting him have dessert with dinner. Not unusual, except that the father abstains from having dessert as well. An simple act of compassion, a teaching moment for his son and a true reflection of Jesus' taking on our rightful punishment of death. Wow.

Lastly, here is a MUCH cuter and better picture of our sack of wheat berries.

1 comment:

Tina said...

actually it was a jello salad...no marshmallows involved...just an intense amount of cool whip ;) i had, as always, a very wonderful and much needed time of conversation and fellowship. next time i will make sure that my groom can make it! hard to talk about love without involving him!