Once upon a time,deep in the mountainous forest lived a baker. This baker liked to bake at her plains home but an evil villain had kidnapped her desiring homemade breads and baked goods of his very own (Sorry Stu, its for the story's sake). He would make her bake and bake and bake all day and then lock her up each night in the dungeon below with the guise of an unfinished portion of the retreat center. So she rose each morning as the last and baked all day, exploring the art of high altitude baking and trying to bake her best. One flat cake or thin cookie meant 20 minutes in the lair of Stumpy, the camp's old ghost. O.K., so that adventure is completely made up.... but I really do bake a lot and high altitude baking is an adventure that should have its own story, so I wrote one. I have loved being a baker! Its like my own personal playground. Tomorrow, I am making German Chocolate cake for the first time. The anticipation is overwhelming! (although I am sure that anticipation really stems from something else that is happening tomorrow...). Making this cake will be an excellent distraction at least! I will document. Also, for the record, you should know that I am slowly succeeding in chocolate-cake . Not quite redeemed, but getting there.
In other news, and the reason for the title, I sliced my finger yesterday. When you slice your finger in the kitchen world, it means these wicked little finger gloves you have to wear. Also, I was bleeding for like 2 hours. Lame. Near death? Probably not. Was I dramatic? Probably. But you will be happy to know that I made it down to a band-aid and my dear little finger is healing quite nicely. Oh the adventures of kitchen life...
One thing is for sure, as a result of being team kitchen, I have had hospitality on the brain. I love the ability to serve others. Hebrews 13:2 says "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." In a fast pace, independent-minded nation, it is so easy to overlook hospitality, our service to others. No, we might not all be gourmet chefs but we are all called to love and serve, even if its a bag of chips and jar of salsa shared with a co-worker. As I have been in the kitchen this summer, I have been a lot more mindful of how I am serving others and worshiping God through that service, with my attitude, with my actions and my words. I am writing this I guess to encourage y'all to do the same. Share something this week. Lets go kindergarten style and practice sharing, entertaining strangers, maybe angels unaware?
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Peace, love and SERVE, y'all!