…how ’bout those darn burnt biscuits…


Author Unknown…

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget
what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
“Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And
besides – a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

This story reminds me of my own dear and loving mother. After my husband and I married in the early 90’s we had my parents over for dinner one Saturday shortly after the wedding. Steve being new to grilling burnt to a crisp every single piece of chicken. It was truly inedible. The char from the hot coals of the grill was literally seared right through the skin directly into the meat of the bird.

Each of us filled our plates with the picnic fare  including the chicken. The meat was sooooo tough we all spit the pieces of the bird onto our plates. That  is except my mother. Being a quiet humble Christian woman and wanting to edify her new son-in-law’s grilling techniques my mom declared “This is exactly how I like my chicken” and choked down her entire piece.

Life is full of imperfections. I’m not that great at any one thing except being a child of God. I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. 
Choosing to celebrate each other’s differences is the key to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

My dearest sister-in-law, who is more of a sister than an in-law shared this with me today. Thanks Sue.

And  mom…..this one is for you. May you rest in God’s glorious heavens for eternity.

Live Life to the Fullest and Follow Your Dreams

see you soon…

Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.  ~Mark Twain

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About jant1951

Grandmother, mother, wife, sister, friend, aunt. A professed love of theatre. Retired from Verizon. Financial secretary at Rappahannock High School. Married to "The Mechanic Man". Love to travel. Born again Christian! View all posts by jant1951

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