I drove through a fast food joint for lunch, then later went out for a fairly nice dinner. As I sat there waiting to be served I realized how important it was to me to eat someone else’s cooking. Whether it was grabbing a quick sandwich for lunch, or sitting down to dinner at a place with linen napkins, the food was important to me. Whether I was eating it just to get something inside me, or whether I was savoring every bite, I realized I wanted and needed someone else to cook for me at different times.
I truly appreciate cooks.
Especially the Big Cook, the Original Cook, the One who started this recipe of life. The One who keeps adding ingredients, and taking away others, and sometimes even changing the recipe completely until I’m starting over from scratch. The Great Cook who keeps my life spicey and sweet and yes, pretty sour at times. It’s a flavorful stew I’m living in and I’ve learned to appreciate that.
So I honor the Great Cook of all things. And I humbly express my appreciation.
And I appreciate all the cooks He created.