The page is a scan from my mother's cookbook, and is one of the cleaner pages! The book is now falling apart from use, and has become a family heirloom. This recipe is for "fluff pudding", a family favorite that my mother would make. Add some hot custard, and it's a treat for any occasion. If the custard is runny and hot, the fluff melts as you eat to make the most amazing taste sensation. I'm miffed by church recipes! miffed - aroused to impatience; put into an irritable mood, especially by an offending incident Every Easter, Christmas, Communion, Sunday, Funeral, Wedding: like lemmings off a cliff we perform to formulaic recipes and presume to be "done" I'm miffed by the church. By the institutionalization of relationship. By the way people assume that "I've done that, so I'm ok now"
So why am I miffed? Because when we make our gatherings at church around a recipe, we end up with no nourishment, and any relationship we might have is with the food, not the cook.
I want my relationship with the cook to be front and center. The liturgy is a wholesome ingredient, but is it called for in today's meal? That song is melodic, but do I need this time? The trappings of communion ... are they letting me hug my lover, or embrace my pillow? (Mixed metaphors -- what a wonderful language we have!) But MOST OF ALL: is the food of my fellowship nourishing our relationships? This Easter, did we offer a cordon bleu meal of a beautifully decorated plate with a little unidentifiable something arranged in the center? Did we make a potpourri of foods so everyone could find something they liked to eat on their own? Or was my Easter a rambunctious gathering around a laden table with arms intertwined as we stretch to partake in the feast from the cook. I'm miffed. I missed my rambunctious feast, I missed the repartee of the cook, I missed the celebration of food that satisfies my hunger ... I missed the expression of my and our relationship.
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