Saturday, September 03, 2005

And Ye Shall Know Them...

...by the quality of their communion bread.

Did you ever have communion and have the most delicious stuff ever. You know the kind that you secretly hope that they pass the plate down your row a second time, but at the same time, you wonder if there is something sinful about wanting more communion bread? Ok, maybe that's just me. Anyway, I've had some good stuff before and now I've been deligated the task of making it for church.

I made it last month, but I got into trouble because I used "Southern" flour. Now, before all you northerners start cackling away, there is a such thing as Southern flour, it has more starch and less proteins and thus, dilutes with less water. Last time I made communion soup and had to add quite a bit of flour to make up for it! This time, I had regular flour and it seems to be ok so far. Right now I am waiting for it to come out of the oven.

Anyway, the point of this blog is that I am ready to acknowledge that I am not cut out to be a "pastor's wife". Or at least, my impression of that role. I yell at may kids- even when I am living in a "parsonage". (Isn't there something sacred about that??) I also had major problems today- the Sabbath- the day of rest- no buying or selling. Ok, so we went to the grocery store THREE times today! Arg! Partly because I didn't plan ahead, partly because I ran out of a couple of key ingredients and partly because when at the store we forgot said key ingredient and had to go back!

I also didn't rest very much. I let my ambitious monster that lurks in the back corners of my brain get out and run wild. I have been gearing up for a baby shower for my SIL tomorrow and I needed cake, decor, and my contribution to pot luck dinner. I decided that I should to a cake, but also make little petit fours (minature cakes for each individual), and get flowers, and decorations, and fix it all up, and then there is the communion bread on top of all that. So, most of my Sabbath has been rather busy. I enjoyed much of it, but busy...

The cake turned out alright. After the grocery store trips, the fruit tray for pot luck was ok. I got the flowers and the balloons and set up decorations, but after quite a few hours of effort throughout the day, the stupid little cakes met the garbage can with a huge sigh of relief and no guilt! It was silly really- an untried recipe that didn't work as it should have. Alas, people really should TRY what they write down to make sure it works! I should give the writer the benefit of the doubt and mention that I could have misread the directions all seven times I read them, but I'm not in the mood to do so. So it's all done now, though I will happliy put the overly ambitious monster back to rest as soon as I get out of this kitchen!

And I'll leave the gourmet communion bread to more qualified pastor's wives who are "Practically Perfect In Every Way" (Ahem, dust off your halos now you wonderful saints!)

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Diane T. said...

Yea i had a pretty hard sat. to. All that cutting up fruit i wouldn't be able to eat. And glazing cakes that would go in the trash. But all in all, I had a great time yesterday anyway.

Just wanted to say that the iceing on the cake was great!!

DJ said...

i know what you mean about communion bread. Sometimes it just turns out better, and man, does it taste good.

I remember when I was young, a neighbor made some yeastless bread and brot it over for us to try; I thot she was committing a sin or something by offering it to us. Then I saw my parents eat it and figured it must be ok. So I had several pieces, and it was good!

kate said...

yeah! I remember when we had a whole tray of it here at Fairwood- ublessed of course- and sitting in the storeroom for all to eat. :-) Good stuff!

TripleNine said...

Mary, just remember that practise makes perfect, so practise away and feel free to send me all the results :)

asaphat said...

When Kendra was a kid (and Gretchen, and Kerry, and Anna, and them), Aunt Toria used to help them make communion bread for GIRL'S CLUB!!! Just because they liked to eat it. Sigh...they never gave any to me. I wish I went to girl's club. But now I'm thinking it was kind of like pastor's wife training, maybe, in disguise?

Jill said...

Mary, you're so refreshingly real. If yelling at your kids disqualifies you for being a pastor's wife, I'm in big trouble! Can't tell you what a boost it was to my spirit to read your blog just now.