I think I've established that I'm not a blogger.
I lack discipline.
And interesting stories.
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Today I'm making a stew. The winter weather isn't ready to leave yet and doesn't it call for comfort food?
I love to cook. Generally not for myself... it seems too chore-like. I am trying to be a little more disciplined though because it's been brought to my attention that beer and popcorn doesn not make a meal. Whoops.
Today is also the first day of Lent.
So often we talk about what we'll give up. As if the act of giving up something you enjoy is alone enough to 'observe' Lent. Like it's the Christian-approved version of New Years resolutions. Cynical me comes out and can't be helped.
For me, adding something in can be just as disciplined and healthy.
All of it means nothing if it doesn't point you to the one who died so you might live.
Focus.
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Even as I assemble tonight's dinner... a long process to be certain. I know there are lessons here.
The meat has been marinading overnight in wine. Rich to be sure, extravagant and costly. Soaking in all that is good but in the process getting beaten down. Eaten away. Tender and sore. A preparation.
Next comes the fire. Heat blazing. Searing. Ouch. Some sweetness comes out, seems to be lost but instead crusts on the surface.
Hours of slow-cooking. Braising. Ingredients fusing together. Flavour. Developing.
It takes preparation. It takes time. It takes heat and pain.
But in the end - a sumptuous feast. Comforting and pleasantly warm. Nurishment to the bones. Food for the hungry.
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God can take any gift given and use it to teach you as well as bless others.
Today cooking isn't just a skill I have. Today its spiritual discipline.
My first day of Lent.
