Authors note: One of the joys of having your own Blog that you’re the boss of, is coming up with catchy titles. Even if the title is based on the childish notion of wanting the words to start with the same letter.
But it IS February, and this IS a story about a Flop.
The kids were all in bed, it was my time off. The dishwasher was chugging away, the teddies and toys tucked in their baskets, and my books and tea awaiting me.
That’s when I had the thought that I should make that new recipe I went and bought the ingredients for.
The one that made three batches.
The one that looked like this.
I measured, sipped tea, and let my KitchenAid beat away. The thought of freezing these delicate little peanut butter cookies and pulling them out for guests with a smile on my lips. Oh how they’d Ooo and Aww at their pure cleverness. Peanut butter cookies held together with sweet peanut filling! The perfect tea sandwich.
Good thing it makes so many.
My first nudge of doubt came when I went to roll the balls and press them with a fork. “We press the cookies with a fork to flatten the stiff dough” it read. My balls were anything but stiff. When I went to pull the fork from the cookie it was more like removing a boot from a bog. The crisscross delicate pattern looked like mud boggers tire tracks to boot. Did I miss count, and miss a cup of flour?
Casting doubt aside, I settled on the reassuring thought that all would be well once cooked.
Then I pulled the first tray from the oven.
What happened? why are they… like cake. Like a patch work quilt cake?
I threw the tray on the counter and sat down on my kids kitchen stool.
I winced as the next two trays passed through the oven and came out with the same results.
You just CAN’T make dainty peanut butter sandwiches with THESE!
The only place at a tea party for these is as coasters.
“Your just missing the fork lines,” my husband said trying.
“I MADE fork lines! BIG fork lines,” I grouched, gloomy beyond help.
I brought out the peanut butter icing I’d made, sat it on the counter beside my flat cookies, and tried to console myself with “they may look bad, but they’re gonna taste fantastic.”
Well I was right about one thing.
They looked bad.
The icing oozed out from under the bread like shapes, giving it a definite sandwich look.
Grilled Cheese Sandwich.
I served it to my husband and we laughed.
Well, he started laughing and eventually I discarded my despair and joined him. There were so many cookies!
“It’s like those Pintrest Fails we looked at yesterday,” he reminded me.
That’s right. Those people’s baking failures that I laughed myself silly at. Snickering at their incompetence.
And so I ate humble pie in a sandwich form.
Because It does us all well to remember- even if you follow a recipe, things can go wrong. Flop.
And the deep lesson of the night in this gooey mess is: Were imperfect humans, who make mistakes.
That even our best efforts at doing things right can fail. Another reminder that being our best and baking perfect cookies can’t get you to heaven. We need a loving savior, Christ, to forgive, make us clean, and stand perfect in our place before the gates of the Big Guy.
So I’m not perfect, and neither is my baking. But God’s humor is. Cause seriously how funny would this post be if my cookies were the envy of every house wife?
Tea and sandwich anyone?
~~~ Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. Therefore, as it is written: “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.” ~~~
1 Corinthians 1: 26-31