Earlier this evening as I considered his pigeon-stuffed cannelloni with a fois gras sauce and a dabbling of derryberry sherry (or some such really fancy type of food) I tossed a slab of leftover meatloaf on the grill next to the chicken.
(as a note...I had never grilled leftover meatloaf but it wasn't half bad)
And then I realized. I am happy with BBQ meatloaf. That's who I am.
I am not against all the great stuff that "fancy eaters" eat. I have eaten fancy food before and I have nothing against it. I think it all sounds good (from what I understand of what the "fancy eaters" eat what with all the bouillabaisse and essence of nutmeg and some such...) and interesting and yes, I probably do need my palate cleansed once in a while.
But my discovery (and subsequent release from not understanding why I do not crave fancy food) is just like Jesus said in Matthew 7 "...do not throw pearls before swine..."
It is a waste to give me fancy food.
For whatever reason,(and this certainly does not diminish the fact that lots of good people are fancy eaters) I just do not really appreciate it. Maybe I have a blue-collar tongue, or I just am not sensitive enough to full comprehend how all the flavors work together. I know lots of people who do. It is just not in me to enjoy these things.
I have finally, just tonight when I slapped that hunk of cold meat on the grill, come to peace with the fact that I am a BBQ meatloaf kind of guy. Even better if I can dip it in honey mustard dressing.
Just a reminder that heartache is universal. It is no respecter of power or position or prestige.
But also a reminder that hope, too, is universal.
Sometimes hope is the shadow that comes alongside heartache, present but not in the foreground. Other times hope is the sun hidden behind the clouds, ready to push through the tiniest little opening in the darkness.
But for the grieving Chapman family (and the unknown thousands and millions who are grieving for other reasons) I pray that today (or one day soon) hope will show itself as sweeping tidal wave, surrounding them on every side and reminding them that hope is always greater than heartache.
On the next to last day of school, all the stars converged to allow Suzie to be safety patrol. While I am not certain that much "safety" was provided, she had an amazing time hanging with Kenzo, Reagan, and a cast of thousands.
I am forever thankful to the amazing teachers and aides at Kenrose Elementary school show go out of their way for Suzie.
We are nearing the last day of elementary school for Suzie and Kenzo. This is proving to be more unnerving to me than I expected.
I was in the cafeteria for lunch today and realized that this would probably be the "last time" I had lunch with them in this school where they have been for the last six years. And that the next couple of days will bring lots of lasts...
Last art class wearing one of my old big over sized t-shirts
Last time to ride a bike to school
Last day for them to be at a school where "school dance" is not part of the social calendar
Last time they may want their Dad to have lunch with them at school