Cooking Again and The Nasty Banana
We didn’t paid for a meal, except by choice, for three weeks.
Isn’t that unbelievable?
We were at the boarding school for two weeks where they feed us three meals every day of delightful boarding school cafeteria food.
Then we went on to El Paso where Kinley let us eat for free at his coffee shop every day. To top it off he took us out to eat with him nearly every day.
Am I the only one that this seems weird to?
We haven’t asked for any meals. We haven’t even hinted. They just sort of get thrown in with whatever we’re doing.
I can count the number of times on my hand that someone has paid for my meal other than a member of our family outside of this trip.
I don’t mean that as a cut against anyone at all. I think that’s pretty standard and just fine.
But it certainly throws into contrast what’s happening now.
Three weeks? That’s over 60 meals. (We did buy a loaf of bread and some cheese on the way to El Paso).
Unbelievable.
You could argue that God isn’t involved, that it’s just some sort of coincidence based on the probabilities inherent in our lifestyle, but that would be a pretty big coincidence.
There is a flip-side though. We keep a milk crate full of cans in the trunk.
We’ve got vegetables and fruits, beans and tuna along with oats, rice, etc.
We were taking inventory today since we’ve actually had to cook a meal for the first time in awhile.
As we lifted one of the cans out, there was a black banana underneath. It was squashed to a can of tuna.
I summoned all of my man-strength, pulled the nasty banana out and didn’t even cry.
That can of tuna was like a Roman bathhouse for maggots.
The tuna met its fate with the banana in the trash. They were so content together in life that it seemed unkind to separate them in death.
We rinsed the rest of the cans off and cleaned out the crate. Good as new.
We didn’t have to buy or prepare our own meals for so long, that our trunk was so upset it began producing flies.
It’s hard to piss off the trunk of a car (you know what I mean).
We’re back in the open country now, preparing our own meals. But we’re blown away by the way that God has taken care of us for the past few weeks.