On Thanksgiving, there were many chefs in the kitchen putting together a scrumptious banquet of all our favorite comfort foods. There were definitely a few blunders during the process, but I am only allowed to tattle on myself.
The incident involved opening cans. Canned food is not a big part of my diet anymore. I try to buy fresh produce, and have an emergency supply of frozen veggies. Well, my can opening wrist has lost its power, and I struggled to open the green beans and mushroom soup. The casserole was specifically requested by son-in-law Matt, so I forged ahead with my best effort. I drained each can and added the beans to the soup and milk mixture, then set it aside. When the turkey came out of the oven, the casserole went in along with other dishes that needed to stay hot. Dinner time was approaching and the green bean casserole did not look ready. I took it out of the oven, removed the cover and gave it a stir preparing to add the French Onions. Low and behold, there was a can lid simmering on the bottom of the Pyrex! How could I possibly have missed that. The other chefs snickered and shook their heads with the now familiar knowledge that I would goof up something.
It is important to laugh at our flaws and accept our shortfalls. If we are to forgive others we must also forgive ourselves, rather than denying or hiding the things we cannot change. Of course, our past should not define us. There are things we can improve, and there are things that are best left in the past.
Adding that lid to the casserole may represent the things that secretly slip into our lives with everyday routines. Like the junk mail that sneaks in with the the greeting cards or the racy adds that pop up un the screen when we research on the computer; unwanted items show up to distract us. Sometimes we easily remove the fly in the batter or the dirt that is tracked on to the carpet. Other things are more difficult to eliminate, like the muffin top that comes with age or the facial hair that shows up in odd places. We have to be on the look out and keep up with these sneaky things that want to spoil our creations and confidence.
I shall now count lids after draining the liquid from cans so I do not create a Metallica casserole. I will also pray for protection against the sneaky lies we tell ourselves which try to convince us, “ I am broken, useless, or unwanted.” Holidays can be emotional when families gather. It should be a time to refuel on love and affection. If it is a “tension convention” (coined by cousin Scott), then it is time for intervention. What my family does the end of each day is play cards or board games to invoke a ruckus spirit. Parlor games are more social than scrolling through social media. They help to put our cell phones away and draw us together for friendly competition, releasing pent up emotion.
The casserole turned out okay and was gobbled up with the turkey. Maybe tomorrow we will get outside to play kick the can. If I face any conflict, I will can it. Happy Holidays!