The Power of Frozen Peas

I love to cook and I love a cooking challenge.  I use food as a means to show people how much I care for them and I consider myself to be a pretty good cook. I got the fancy knife skills. I got the cool gadgets. Food and I, we got a groove that speaks to my soul and my creative nature.

Sometimes, though, even a good cook can have an off day.

Yep. That is what happens when you turn on the wrong burner and melt a bag of frozen peas.

While laughing at this big mess I thought "what the heck is wrong with me?" It was just supposed to be a simple meal before we headed off for church. Popcorn shrimp, peas and mac & cheese.  Nothing glamorous. So why in the world did I make such a rookie mistake?

I mean I make cheesecakes, lasagne,  ducks, eggs benedict, gumbo all from scratch and I can't even manage to cook frozen peas without nearly catching the house on fire?

Then it hit me. It was too simple. Instead of treating my cooking and my ingredients with care and respect I just threw them around like they were a bag of poo. I got a bloated head and a cocky attitude that a simple meal didn't need my time and passion as much as a made-from-scratch meal did. I didn't even start cooking until 30 minutes before we were supposed to eat.  So, God knocked me off my high horse. Because He doesn't delight in the proud.

I'm just thankful it only takes a melted bag of peas to put me in my place and bring some humility into my heart. Years ago He had to be a lot harder on this stubborn gal.

I know one thing is for sure. I won't be underestimating any more simple meals any time soon. And I have the inbedded squished peas in my concrete to remind me of that everytime I step up to the stove.