Eating a burnt biscuit..!
Robert Clements
Monday, July 26, 2010 - How often we expect perfection in everything, from people who have worked hard the whole day, and when they slip up somewhere, we blow a fuse!
It happens to me, I go over to a friend’s place and taste his wife’s cooking and wonder why I can’t have the same stuff at home. I come back still thinking about the meal I’ve just had the day before and then see what my wife has served for me. I look at the burnt papad or maybe taste less salt in the rice and I fume, forgetting the wife has had a hard day and has more than made up this little fault in other things she has done for me during the day and yes during my life.
But I forget, and I’m sure so do you. Here’s a little incident told to me by a friend: When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed, yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I do not remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite. When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits and I will never forget what he said.
He smiled at her and said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits.” Later that night, I went to kiss my dad good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your mom put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides, a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone.”
Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I am not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else, but what I have learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults, and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship.
This is my hope for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and have a good relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker.
Let’s remember this little story and next time we are served something a little less than perfect, next time you are faced with your partner acting a little less than your expectations, let’s pick it up, whether it’s a biscuit or a situation, accept it and smile without saying a word; to see the joy on his or her face as you eat that burnt biscuit, will make the whole experience worthwhile..!
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
It happens to me, I go over to a friend’s place and taste his wife’s cooking and wonder why I can’t have the same stuff at home. I come back still thinking about the meal I’ve just had the day before and then see what my wife has served for me. I look at the burnt papad or maybe taste less salt in the rice and I fume, forgetting the wife has had a hard day and has more than made up this little fault in other things she has done for me during the day and yes during my life.
But I forget, and I’m sure so do you. Here’s a little incident told to me by a friend: When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed, yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I do not remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite. When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits and I will never forget what he said.
He smiled at her and said, “Honey, I love burned biscuits.” Later that night, I went to kiss my dad good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your mom put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides, a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone.”
Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I am not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else, but what I have learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults, and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing and lasting relationship.
This is my hope for you today. That you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and have a good relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker.
Let’s remember this little story and next time we are served something a little less than perfect, next time you are faced with your partner acting a little less than your expectations, let’s pick it up, whether it’s a biscuit or a situation, accept it and smile without saying a word; to see the joy on his or her face as you eat that burnt biscuit, will make the whole experience worthwhile..!
—Email: bobsbanter@gmail.com
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