Nothing Wasted

December 21, 2010

In a queue of almost Soviet bread line proportions at the grocery store, one more register finally opened.  Next in line, the fresh cashier summoned me over.  I moved into place, followed by a small horde.  In my haste to unload, a dozen jumbo eggs sagged under their weight, bounced dully into the cart.  As none were cracked completely open, I carefully lifted them one by one back into the carton.

An elderly couple in line just behind had witnessed the little incident and expressed surprise at my salvage attempts.  Told them I hated wasting food, that my mother was one of eight children, I was hardwired not to.

On the way home, called mom and shared the ephemerality, thanking her for her thrifty advice, but was at a loss for the best way to prepare so many whumped eggs.  She reminded me of a superb pumpkin bread recipe I’d given her years before that called for four eggs; but surely I didn’t have any pumpkin on hand, so she thought.  But I did, having recently bought a double-sized can.  Counted the eggs with little smashes; eight total.  Perfect.  I’d been intending to bake bread for friends and realized I might not have gotten to it; a splendid if not somewhat forced opportunity.  Had to use the crock pot as a mixing vat.

Reflecting on the concept of a double portion, I heard someone say recently that while it is good to be thankful when everything is going as we want, when things are not, there is actually twice the amount of grace at work: grace for the moment, and grace for the good which can come of it.

What we make of the mess is often not only for our own reconciliation, but just as much to benefit others. A double blessing. He makes all things work together for our good.

Now all I need is double the amount of loaf pans.