Today is the Sunday Sabbath. My laptop is hooked up to the flat screen via HDMI chord, and we are watching church by Zoom—the sacramental service, the hymns, the prayers, the speakers, the Sunday School class. I have brought to Mom and Dad bowls of six-grain hot cereal cooked with apples and cinnamon, cooled and enriched with cream. When church services are over, Mom asks me to take her envelope with her tithes and offerings—her alms—to the bishop, for the support of the Church and the poor of the Church. And I walk home to discuss with them the deep doctrines, and what to cook for dinner: chicken fricassee in creamy red wine paprika sauce with steamed zucchini and corn on the cob. After dinner will come attempts to read, and naps in recliners.
It sounds like a perfect Sabbath. Predictable and lived similarly over year’s time. A well-worn path that has that wonderful familiar feel to it.
Your meal sounds like what you made for us. Yum! Your parents must feel like the luckiest people in the world!
I’m glad you had a good, easy, uplifting day.
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Sounds like a well rounded life for all of you, Roger. God Bless!
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Good gracious, Roger… remember when I said (yesterday, lol) you had too much in you I think you are called to share intimately with another?… One would be this cooking of yours!! 🙂
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