Peter woke up on Christmas to the smell of honey-glazed ham. The aroma stuffed itself into his nostrils and seemed to compel him to arise and follow the smell to its source. The source was a large, white boiler: Nothing fancy, but enough to get the job done. He wished he could have it all to himself, but then he remembered something: His father, the pastor of the local church, had invited a new family in the church to come eat with them this Christmas. He checked the time: 11:00 AM. About one hour before his father would leave to give them a ride. Joy.
His family had probably forgotten about the presents still under the tree in the rush to prepare all the food. Yet as he walked towards the main kitchen of their house, he began to be overwhelmed. His mother and his sister, Anna, were busy preparing all sorts of foods, such as mashed potatoes with amish butter and gravy made from the sweet juices of the ham, a simple homemade dressing made from sweetened bread, and all sorts of pies: Cherry pie, apple pie, even peanut butter chocolate pie! There was even candied chestnut bread made in a special mold into the shapes of lions and tigers and bears.
“Oh, my!”, Peter exclaimed as he examined the delicious spread coming into existence.
“Good morning, Sleepyhead!”, his mother acknowledged.
“Good morning, Mom.”, Peter groaned.
“We thought we’d hold out on presents until the Joneses came over. Remember those gifts you helped us wrap last night?”
“Yup, I remember.” He stated plainly. In reality, he didn’t even know what was in the boxes they were giving the Joneses. He’d helped wrap the boxes, but wasn’t allowed to see what was in them. His mother thought it’d be a great surprise that way.
He helped Anna and his mother to watch the pies and stir the gravy while his father went to pick up the Joneses. He had a small taste of the gravy when Anna and his mother were looking away. The sweet, tangy flavor of the gravy combined with its slightly sticky texture to coat its amazing flavor on his tongue.
He couldn’t help it. “Wow!”, he exclaimed.
“You tasted the gravy.”, his mother stated flatly as she turned around.
Caught. “Yup.”, he admitted.
Soon after they finished setting the table, the front door opened, and in walked the Joneses, along with his dad. The Joneses were a classic family of four, just like their family, only they didn’t have the funds to eat quite like they did. His mother was the first to greet them. “Come on in!”, she announced as welcome. “We’ve got plenty of good vittles here for y’all!”
The family of four politely sat around the table set for eight: Three chairs on each side, and two on the ends. They took two chairs per side, leaving one on each side near the ends for Anna and him. His father took up a chair on the end closest to where he was sitting, and his mother took up the other chair by Anna on the other side, so that all of the men were adjacent to each other, and the women as well. He thought that was an interesting bit of symmetry.
“Peter, would you say the blessing on the food?”, his mother asked from the other side of the table.
“Don’t mind if I do,” replied Peter. In reality, he just wanted to get started eating!
He started, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for all the great food we’re about to eat. We ask Thee to bless it and the awesome hands that prepared it.” His mother and Anna chuckled aloud. “In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
“Let’s dig in!”, Peter and Anna shouted at once, and the feast began. Peter woke up on Christmas to the smell of honey-glazed ham. The aroma stuffed itself into his nostrils and seemed to compel him to arise and follow the smell to its source. The source was a large, white boiler: Nothing fancy, but enough to get the job done. He wished he could have it all to himself, but then he remembered something: His father, the pastor of the local church, had invited a new family in the church to come eat with them this Christmas. He checked the time: 11:00 AM. About one hour before his father would leave to give them a ride. Joy.
His family had probably forgotten about the presents still under the tree in the rush to prepare all the food. Yet as he walked towards the main kitchen of their house, he began to be overwhelmed. His mother and his sister, Anna, were busy preparing all sorts of foods, such as mashed potatoes with amish butter and gravy made from the sweet juices of the ham, a simple homemade dressing made from sweetened bread, and all sorts of pies: Cherry pie, apple pie, even peanut butter chocolate pie! There was even candied chestnut bread made in a special mold into the shapes of lions and tigers and bears.
“Oh, my!”, Peter exclaimed as he examined the delicious spread coming into existence.
“Good morning, Sleepyhead!”, his mother acknowledged.
“Good morning, Mom.”, Peter groaned.
“We thought we’d hold out on presents until the Joneses came over. Remember those gifts you helped us wrap last night?”
“Yup, I remember.” He stated plainly. In reality, he didn’t even know what was in the boxes they were giving the Joneses. He’d helped wrap the boxes, but wasn’t allowed to see what was in them. His mother thought it’d be a great surprise that way.
He helped Anna and his mother to watch the pies and stir the gravy while his father went to pick up the Joneses. He had a small taste of the gravy when Anna and his mother were looking away. The sweet, tangy flavor of the gravy combined with its slightly sticky texture to coat its amazing flavor on his tongue.
He couldn’t help it. “Wow!”, he exclaimed.
“You tasted the gravy.”, his mother stated flatly as she turned around.
Caught. “Yup.”, he admitted.
Soon after they finished setting the table, the front door opened, and in walked the Joneses, along with his dad. The Joneses were a classic family of four, just like their family, only they didn’t have the funds to eat quite like they did. His mother was the first to greet them. “Come on in!”, she announced as welcome. “We’ve got plenty of good vittles here for y’all!”
The family of four politely sat around the table set for eight: Three chairs on each side, and two on the ends. They took two chairs per side, leaving one on each side near the ends for Anna and him. His father took up a chair on the end closest to where he was sitting, and his mother took up the other chair by Anna on the other side, so that all of the men were adjacent to each other, and the women as well. He thought that was an interesting bit of symmetry.
“Peter, would you say the blessing on the food?”, his mother asked from the other side of the table.
“Don’t mind if I do,” replied Peter. In reality, he just wanted to get started eating!
He started, “Dear Heavenly Father, we thank Thee for all the great food we’re about to eat. We ask Thee to bless it and the awesome hands that prepared it.” His mother and Anna chuckled aloud. “In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
“Let’s dig in!”, Peter and Anna shouted at once, and the feast began. |