My turkey tale from this year’s Thanksgiving Day:
Besides the traditional food that is made only once or twice a year at our house, I made several dishes & desserts that I’ve made for years & years. But something happened. What really happened BEFORE all our friends arrived? My family experienced it with me… but here’s what only they know…
I failed. Flopped. Messed up so many things.
The wonderful sausage stuffing was NOT supposed to be so dry.
The lovely sweet potato dish was NOT supposed to be soup that later solidified & looked like a giant orange blob.
The chocolate cranberry bread budding – that no one even knew I’d made- was NOT supposed to be made from the extra bread I’d made for croutons… the GARLIC bread!! ick
The pumpkin pie was too done.
The apple crisp (that I’ve made numerous times every fall for the last 20 yrs) had rubbery apples and a crisp that wasn’t crispy. (It was fed to the garbage disposal the night before any guests arrived.)
And even the ice tea that I make EVERY stinkin day was TOO strong!
What in the world? I can make some of these dishes with my eyes closed? What happened? I only know two things:
1. Our friends brought lots of yummy food & saved the day
2. My identity was perhaps a little too tied into all my “homemade this & homemade that”… and pride comes before a fall.
I was a little cranky that day because I’d let myself down. But the next morning in prayer I was convicted & asked Jesus to forgive me for being too proud & to forgive me for thinking about myself on a wonderful holiday that is about thankfulness… not selfishness.
This doesn’t change the fact that much of our menu items will continue to be homemade… it’s just healthier & cheaper. But it has changed my outlook. A little slice of humble pie was the best thing I ate this Thanksgiving.