Looking Back and Amazing Grace #2

As mentioned yesterday, here is part two of Looking Back and Amazing Grace.

I love to cook although it didn’t start out that way. If you’ve been following you know I was a child bride. I had to learn many things by trial and error and cooking was a big one. The Monterey County Clerks Office mailed me the first cookbook I ever owned. It was titled “The Bride’s Cookbook” and had perhaps 50 pages of advice and recipes. I decided to try cooking a pot of pinto beans. Let me tell you, I LOVE beans! I had never made them so I used my brand new cookbook. The recipe called for 3 teaspoons of Chili Powder and I misread and added 3 heaping tablespoons. I’m not sure what else I did wrong; needless to say the beans were not edible. For some reason that cooking blunder didn’t bother me too much, the next one however is a different story.

I decided I would bake a Walnut Glory Cake. I had picked up another cookbook at the supermarket. Pillsbury Bake-Off Winning Recipes (or something like that). The recipe called for ingredients that I really couldn’t afford; on the other hand I was eager to cook some nice meals and desserts. The recipe called for 9 egg whites and to use almost a dozen eggs for one cake was living a little high-on-the-hog.

It happened like this…I turned on my old radio that I’d had since I was nine. Set out my ingredients, turned the oven on and went to work. The baby was sleeping and all was good. My old angle food cake pan was the kind that the center lifted out of, so in the back of my mind I kept reminding myself “not to pick the pan up by the middle when it was time to put it in the oven”. Mind you, I didn’t even own so much as a hand mixer and had I known more about cooking I would NEVER have tried this particular cake. Remember those 9 egg whites? Well they had to be beaten until very stiff peaks formed. Yep, that’s right, with fork in hand I whipped those non-submissive egg whites until I thought my arm would drop off. It must have taken the better part of an hour, and finally they were starting to take on some shape. Feeling oh so proud and hopeful I finished with the egg whites and completed the recipe. I poured the batter into my ungreased cake pan, licked the spatula and picked the cake up to put it in the oven.

As soon as I took hold of that pan things went down hill. After all of my self- reminders…I did it…I picked that pan up by the middle and the cake batter crept all over the kitchen counter, down the sides of the cabinet and onto the floor. I was beside myself. Frantically I tried catching all I could and finally realizing the despair of it all I just exploded!! I was in disbelief… Crying uncontrollably I grabbed a hammer and smashed that pan flatter than a pancake and I didn’t stop there, I beat my old plastic radio to smithereens too. I think that hurt me worse than anything. I loved that old radio. It had been a constant companion to me. I dumped the whole mess into paper bags and hauled it out to the garbage. My kitchen looked like it had just seen a Saturday night brawl.

Cleaning up the atrocious mess was a hard lesson learned. I began to realize consequences come with unchecked anger. My old plastic radio had been given to me from my Sunday school classmates at the age of nine when I was stricken with Rheumatic Fever and it held a lot of memories for me. I had listened to it for hours on end. What had I done???

My dear brothers, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, for man’s anger does not bring about the righteous life that God desires. James 1:19-21  

 

2 comments for “Looking Back and Amazing Grace #2

  1. March 31, 2010 at 12:32 pm

    Oh, my! I’ve had my moments when I threw a hammer over the house. My wife and son saw it land in the front yard. Thankfully, they were not in the trajectory path. I’ve kicked garbage cans, ripped clothing, and basically made a fool of myself. So I laughed when I read the part of you smashing the cake pan with a hammer. Not a comfortable laugh, but a laugh of fellowship, even if it is a weird fellowship.

    Many years ago my wife was making a homemade (from scratch) coconut cake (my absolute favorite) for my dad and me. She was supposed to put something like a fourth teaspoon of salt in the mix. She somehow read that to be four tablespoons of salt! Not only was it not edible, we were embarrassed to throw it in the trash lest some poor trash collector be tempted to try it.

    Like Cory said, though. God has brought you from explosive anger to someone who encourages others with not only your stories, but your faith.

    Nice to know we have overcome some things, and….just think, the likes of us will be in heaven! We are blessed 🙂

  2. Corryn Pierini
    March 31, 2010 at 9:48 am

    I started to say “bless your heart”, but then checked myself. With tears flowing, I see the woman God has shaped through this and many other difficult challenges in your life…and I choose to say, “God HAS blessed you, my sister”….you have grown so beyond that child bride… you are an example of Jesus, someone I really look up to, and so humble…thank you for sharing.

    Thank you so much Cory. You and I have had some of the same battles. I’m so thankful for you and for our friendship and for the immense blessings God has blessed both of us with. I love you!

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