You know I’m from the South where food is – well, what can I say? Food is important, I mean really important.
Now imagine this – a plump pot roast slathered in brown gravy flavored by a baseball-size Vidalia onion; fork tender potatoes and carrots; fresh snap beans turned olive green from two-hour’s cooking in bacon-seasoned water; half a Bartlett pear topped with mayonnaise, a maraschino cherry, shrouded in real shredded cheddar cheese, and nestled in a lettuce leaf. Don’t forget the cornbread made in Granny’s iron skillet and a four layer homemade cake held together by fresh, sliced strawberries and clouds of slightly sweetened cream. Your mouth watering yet?
Then imagine this—you spent the day making it all, and now you’re seated ’round your dinner table with the folks you invited. You begin to hear this –
- “Why this roast is so tender, I don’t even need my knife!”
- “If I don’t get another pat of butter, this cornbread will float right off my plate.”
- “If God made sweeter strawberries, He kept them for Himself.”
- “This is the kind of meal that’ll make a rabbit spit in a bulldog’s face.”
For you cooks out there, I imagine your delight at hearing their delight. Why those comments will send you straight back to the kitchen to start the next meal!
Bill and I enjoy a smorgasbord of sights, sounds, and tastes every day—especially in springtime when the world 
wakes up again. We rarely miss a morning of rising early and walking out on the deck as though the sun wouldn’t come up if we weren’t there to see it. Morning after morning, we marvel at the corals and lavenders, and now the limitless shades of green on the hillsides and valley floor. And we witness the constantly changing colors throughout the day as the sun and shadows play. Then comes nightfall, and the canvas of sky becomes a curtain. That’s just what we see, and then I think of what we hear – the songs of the birds we entice with thistle and sunflower seeds, the wind through the valley, and even the occasional honking goose. I take great delight in the world made by the Worldmaker Himself.
Somehow I think it delights Him that I enjoy what He created – maybe a bit like what I feel when folks enjoy my pot roast. Wherever you find yourself, take a few minutes here and there to really enjoy God’s creation and His provisions for you. You’ll make His day, and maybe the cook’s, too.
