Sometimes we are flabbergasted at the choices some people make. Sometimes their choices turn out to be beneficial and sometimes they turn out not to be beneficial. On a recent trip with Bin and Kit we saw the results of a quickly made choice that Bin made.
We were celebrating the 65th wedding anniversary of Rob and Annie, and they graciously invited us to have lunch at a great restaurant. There were lots of college students there, plus many other people of varying ages. All seemed to be enjoying their gourmet meals.
When we sat down we all gazed around at the meals being served to people at tables in close proximity to ours. Bin’s eyes fixated on a plate of blueberry crepes. He decided right then and there that that would be his choice of a meal. After all, it was listed on the entrée menu, not solely on the dessert list.
Gramps hurriedly decided to order the meatloaf plate, which I wondered about since this was known as an upper scale restaurant. Kit made the same choice and questioned Bin about his choice of the crepes. He was immoveable. He wanted the crepes.
The rest of us chose various things. Mine was goat cheese and shrimp quesadillas, Rob’s was eggs Benedict with salmon. Annie chose some fancy cheese filled crepes along with chicken, artichoke and mushroom soup. Kit also ordered the soup and some jalapeno, pecan and artichoke stuffing as side dishes to her meatloaf.
That should give you an idea of what a plethora of interesting things the menu contained. Bin persisted in his order of blueberry crepes. When the waitress brought the plates, Gramps and Kit’s plates had servings that left us with bug-eyed. The meatloaf looked like a half pound slice of meat on each plate, the biggest serving I’ve ever seen. My plate was completely covered with the quesadillas. Annie’s plate was overflowing with her order, as was Rob’s. Bin’s plate had three small blitzes (crepes) in the middle of the huge plate. It was topped with sweet blueberry sauce.
Bin’s face fell into a distinctive look, much like that of a sad, sad basset hound. His crepes were delicious, he said, but he eventually finished his meal before the rest of us had finished a fourth of our hearty meals.
I tried really hard not to look at Bin, knowing that if I continued to see his sad look that I would possibly get choked on my food from laughing. You know me, I couldn’t resist; and, yes, I almost got choked.
When we all ordered desserts Bin refrained from ordering because he had already gone over his daily allotment of sugar since he’s diabetic.
As we all inhaled our wonderful desserts, Bin continued with his basset hound demeanor, sad that he had already had his meal which was customarily considered as a dessert while the rest of us were consuming meat hearty meals. We felt sympathy for Bin, but we also enjoyed laughing with him about his choice. Yes, he was laughing along with us.
The whole occasion reminded me of the Apostle Paul in the Bible. He said that there were some people who preferred teachings that were like milk instead of meat. He said that he could only serve some people spiritual milk because that is all they can eat and digest. He also said that there were people in Corinth to whom he could feed meat because they had well formed spiritual digestive systems that could handle truths that were meaty. They were able to chew them up completely, swallow them and safely digest them. He said that the Holy Spirit would make the truths part of their being.
Bin liked his blueberry crepes because they were delicious, but he longingly looked at the hearty meat loaf that Kit and Gramps had on their plates, probably cognizant of the fact that the meat would stay in their systems a long time but he might be hungry again in a few hours.
Both meals were delicious and nutritious, the crepes and the meatloaf. The meatloaf was full of iron and bulk, though, and had staying power.
Little did Bin know when he made the choice between the crepes and the meatloaf that he would give us lots of laughs and also a valuable visual lesson on what Paul was saying to the Corinthians. He was saying to the Corinthians, “Order the meatloaf next time.”
Gramps couldn’t resist continuing on with the ribbing. After we came home he cut a recipe out of the paper for blueberry crepes and sent it to Bin. Kit later reported to us that Bin laughed and laughed when he opened the letter containing the recipe.
I still laugh every time I visualize Bin’s basset hound look when he visually compared his plate of blueberry crepes with the two other plates laden with man sized slices of meatloaf.
I’m certainly not comparing Bin to the Corinthian milk drinkers because Bin is certainly a deeply religious man. I’m just using his experience as an example of the importance of choices in our lives.
What is appealing to the eyes is not always the right choice. Just ask Adam and Eve. They made the wrong choice and look where all of us are in the earth, every day having to choose between blueberry crepes and hearty meatloaf.
Choices do make a difference.
We were celebrating the 65th wedding anniversary of Rob and Annie, and they graciously invited us to have lunch at a great restaurant. There were lots of college students there, plus many other people of varying ages. All seemed to be enjoying their gourmet meals.
When we sat down we all gazed around at the meals being served to people at tables in close proximity to ours. Bin’s eyes fixated on a plate of blueberry crepes. He decided right then and there that that would be his choice of a meal. After all, it was listed on the entrée menu, not solely on the dessert list.
Gramps hurriedly decided to order the meatloaf plate, which I wondered about since this was known as an upper scale restaurant. Kit made the same choice and questioned Bin about his choice of the crepes. He was immoveable. He wanted the crepes.
The rest of us chose various things. Mine was goat cheese and shrimp quesadillas, Rob’s was eggs Benedict with salmon. Annie chose some fancy cheese filled crepes along with chicken, artichoke and mushroom soup. Kit also ordered the soup and some jalapeno, pecan and artichoke stuffing as side dishes to her meatloaf.
That should give you an idea of what a plethora of interesting things the menu contained. Bin persisted in his order of blueberry crepes. When the waitress brought the plates, Gramps and Kit’s plates had servings that left us with bug-eyed. The meatloaf looked like a half pound slice of meat on each plate, the biggest serving I’ve ever seen. My plate was completely covered with the quesadillas. Annie’s plate was overflowing with her order, as was Rob’s. Bin’s plate had three small blitzes (crepes) in the middle of the huge plate. It was topped with sweet blueberry sauce.
Bin’s face fell into a distinctive look, much like that of a sad, sad basset hound. His crepes were delicious, he said, but he eventually finished his meal before the rest of us had finished a fourth of our hearty meals.
I tried really hard not to look at Bin, knowing that if I continued to see his sad look that I would possibly get choked on my food from laughing. You know me, I couldn’t resist; and, yes, I almost got choked.
When we all ordered desserts Bin refrained from ordering because he had already gone over his daily allotment of sugar since he’s diabetic.
As we all inhaled our wonderful desserts, Bin continued with his basset hound demeanor, sad that he had already had his meal which was customarily considered as a dessert while the rest of us were consuming meat hearty meals. We felt sympathy for Bin, but we also enjoyed laughing with him about his choice. Yes, he was laughing along with us.
The whole occasion reminded me of the Apostle Paul in the Bible. He said that there were some people who preferred teachings that were like milk instead of meat. He said that he could only serve some people spiritual milk because that is all they can eat and digest. He also said that there were people in Corinth to whom he could feed meat because they had well formed spiritual digestive systems that could handle truths that were meaty. They were able to chew them up completely, swallow them and safely digest them. He said that the Holy Spirit would make the truths part of their being.
Bin liked his blueberry crepes because they were delicious, but he longingly looked at the hearty meat loaf that Kit and Gramps had on their plates, probably cognizant of the fact that the meat would stay in their systems a long time but he might be hungry again in a few hours.
Both meals were delicious and nutritious, the crepes and the meatloaf. The meatloaf was full of iron and bulk, though, and had staying power.
Little did Bin know when he made the choice between the crepes and the meatloaf that he would give us lots of laughs and also a valuable visual lesson on what Paul was saying to the Corinthians. He was saying to the Corinthians, “Order the meatloaf next time.”
Gramps couldn’t resist continuing on with the ribbing. After we came home he cut a recipe out of the paper for blueberry crepes and sent it to Bin. Kit later reported to us that Bin laughed and laughed when he opened the letter containing the recipe.
I still laugh every time I visualize Bin’s basset hound look when he visually compared his plate of blueberry crepes with the two other plates laden with man sized slices of meatloaf.
I’m certainly not comparing Bin to the Corinthian milk drinkers because Bin is certainly a deeply religious man. I’m just using his experience as an example of the importance of choices in our lives.
What is appealing to the eyes is not always the right choice. Just ask Adam and Eve. They made the wrong choice and look where all of us are in the earth, every day having to choose between blueberry crepes and hearty meatloaf.
Choices do make a difference.
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