The Simple Cook

I've been cooking for most of my life.

Maybe it started when I was four or five, when the whole family would help Mom make her famous fruit salad for holiday gatherings. It took all of us! I can remember having the job of getting the seeds out of the grapes. (You thought the world always had seedless grapes?)

Grandma Luella had a diner, where I began cooking when I was in high school. She was a great cook and a great teacher!

I worked as a cook in a Denny's Restaurant in Media, Pennsylvania for a short time after graduating from college. It was great! It had a narrow, "alley" kitchen, built for speed.

My wife still lets me do some cooking. One thing baffles me, though: Spices. I tell you, if I have to get beyond salt, pepper, and granulated garlic, I'm lost. Any time I've used other spices, it is strictly by the command of some recipe. Adding additional spices on my own is a real journey into the unknown.

It is said that variety is the spice of life. In cooking, spices are the variety of life. They can really make a dish extra special.

Faith, in like manner, is a step into the unknown. It's scary. It takes alot of leaning on God, and that's the part that God especially likes.

Hebrews 11:6 says, "But without faith it is impossible to please God." Even God likes spice.