Pumpkin Pie and Baked Squash
After weeks of long hours poured into the creation of the new prayer journals— my mind, body and soul needed a break. Thanksgiving was the perfect opportunity. Nothing big, but none-the-less important. I set out to spend my day in the kitchen.
Being a household of multiple menu needs, I set out to make doubles of nearly everything. No one was going to be left out this year!
Pumpkin pie is my husband’s favorite and the first thing I made. The pie crust was the perfect consistency, it felt good in my hands. It rolled out smoothly and lined the pie pan perfectly. After making the filling I decorated the top with little pie crust maple leaves, a nod to our Canadian roots. The smell of pie and fresh buns filled the air, tummies growled and mouths watered as we anticipated our Thanksgiving meal.
We sat at the table, a setting of four. It finally came time for dessert. The pie was served with large scoops of ice cream. My husband was the first to take a bite. He looked at me sweetly and said, “Honey, you forgot the sugar!” Even with mounds of ice cream he still felt like he was served a plate full of squash, one dish he refuses to eat! His least favorite food was disguised as his FAVORITE! The disappointment was great.
“You are the salt of the earth. But what good is salt if it has lost its flavor? …it will be thrown out and trampled underfoot as worthless.” followed by “You are the light of the world…” (Matthew 5)
I thought of these verses, salt without its saltiness would be nearly as bad as sugar without sweetness.
Reflecting time… How easy it could happen, a perfect looking life displaying pretty deeds but being caught up in the whirlwind of “doing” forgetting the most important ingredient of all.
“Father, may you slow me down when I travel too fast, may you fill me up when I’m running on empty. Please protect me from becoming a pretty serving of baked squash.”