We went through a phase of having turducken as part of our Christmas dinner. My husband loves a crowd so we would have a dozen or more for a traditional meal. We had all the expected dishes, turkey, jellied cranberry sauce, potatoes and in and out of the bird stuffing! The television channel made turducken sound like the missing element in a perfect holiday gathering.
The first year the turducken was entertainment for our guests. We assembled the boned turkey, duck, chicken and stuffing. It turned out to be a comedy not unlike a Lucille Ball sketch. To accomplish the layering and assembly it took three of us. We had bird juice running down cabinets and onto the floor. Our guests smiled and politely stifled laughter. The photo preserves the "before the floor mopping" memory.
Unfortunately, there were several mistakes in our recipe. The stuffing was too salty. The cooking temperature was incorrect so the turducken was not done at our appointed dinner hour. It was served with the pie!
We were undaunted. The second year we made our own revisions to the instructions, like stuffing without saltine crackers, plastic on the floor and aprons on all.
By year three, the year of "the donkey", I asked why? Why go to the work when very few enjoy the turducken? We ended up sending the leftovers home with the donkey-lover!
““Why bother even trying to do anything with you when you just keep to your bullheaded ways? You keep beating your heads against brick walls. Everything within you protests against you. From the bottom of your feet to the top of your head, nothing’s working right. Wounds and bruises and running sores— untended, unwashed, unbandaged. Your country is laid waste, your cities burned down. Your land is destroyed by outsiders while you watch, reduced to rubble by barbarians. Daughter Zion is deserted— like a tumbledown shack on a dead-end street, Like a tarpaper shanty on the wrong side of the tracks, like a sinking ship abandoned by the rats. If GOD -of-the-Angel-Armies hadn’t left us a few survivors, we’d be as desolate as Sodom, doomed just like Gomorrah.”
Isaiah 1:5-9 MSG
https://www.bible.com/97/isa.1.5-9.msg
When I read Isaiah 1:6 together with its surrounding verses,I pondered the prophet's challenge of being bull headed. Made me think of being stubborn as a donkey. Doing something over and over to impress, even when it's a failure over and over again.
Today I am reminded I am not expected to impress God. He chose me to have a personal relationship. I am to enjoy and expand this gift of God. I am freed from the burden to impress (because I'll never succeed. I'm a human, a donkey.) God knows me and loves me! WOW- now that's impressive!
Be Impressed with God's Great Love!
PS I'm back to blogging on the sixth verse of each book of the Bible.
I'm glad you're back blogging again.🎉
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