Friday, October 30, 2009

The Way to a Man's Heart is through His Stomach (Intro)

Pete: Opening the first in a new series of random posts titled "The Way to a Man's Heart is through His Stomach" deserves some explanation. I've often heard my mom quote this line in the context of women winning over the hearts of men. There is definitely some merit to it. The following posts in this series will be in regards to dishes Victoria has hit a Home Run on in our kitchen, or some other notable chef's work at the restaurants we visit.

Before Victoria and I were engaged I believe I only tasted two meals of hers. Spring Rolls on a date and Homemade Chicken and Noodles Soup with Dumplings when I was sick. I knew not in the slightest the greatness of her talent as a chef. She does an amazing job of cooking fine meals for us and others who we've had over. Her cooking has been a factor in binding my heart to hers. I am so grateful for her kind acts of service in this regard. She is so faithful too. It is always a joy to see her do something creative each evening and watch her enjoy the process of planning and executing the product of her efforts with enthusiasm.

Smiths enjoy a good meal. One of the wisest men ever to live considered life and in the midst of some sobering instruction about workaholism (cf. Eccl 2:18-23) he wrote:
There is nothing better for people than to eat and drink, and to find enjoyment in their work. I also perceived that this ability to find enjoyment comes from God. For no one can eat and drink or experience joy apart from him. For to the one who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge, and joy, but to the sinner, he gives the task of amassing wealth – only to give it to the one who pleases God. This task of the wicked is futile – like chasing the wind! (Eccl 2:24-26; NET)
Perhaps "The Way to a Man's Heart is through His Stomach" should be read in this context too. It is a gift from God in the midst of life that can seem utterly empty at times. I'm so very thankful to the Lord each and every night I pray at the dinner table. God is most satisfied in us when we are most satisfied in him, not merely in the gift he's given.

May the following entries in the series "The Way to a Man's Heart is through His Stomach" be gifts to you too.

Our preliminary food rating rating system will be as follows:

Grand Slam: Not to be confused with the Denny's menu option, this is reserved for the best item(s) we've ever eaten. This is an exclusive club of dishes. Much better than a Home Run (HR) it cannot be topped. Everything was in the right place at the right time. The bases were loaded and everyone scores on one swing of the bat. Home Plate sees the most action ever in one play and its like there's a party in your mouth and everyone is invited!

HR (Home Run): As in baseball a Home Run will be reserved for dishes of great merit. There are also 2 Run HRs and 3 Run HRs where the dishes did better than the regular HR but not in the exclusive range of the Grand Slam.

3B (Triple): Pretty darned good eating! Definitely a good place to score from.

2B (Double): Also in scoring position but more work is needing to be done before reaching Home Plate.

1B (Single): These dishes are like solid hits. Sometimes they just beat out the throw to first base, but it is far from scoring still.

BB (Walk/Base on Balls): These dishes get a free pass to first base for some reason or another. Maybe it fouled off too many pitches and the pitcher just got tired of throwing any type of criticism at it and couldn't strike it out. Or it just gets walked intentionally for a free base.

K (Strike Out): This is the most embarrassing thing in baseball. Especially if you strike out looking. It is better to strike out swinging than to look at a called third strike and not do anything about it. This is reserved for huge disappointments and is therefore a warning to all to avoid at all costs lest you too be embarrassed.

Double Play: This dish is worse than a K (Strike Out) because it makes two outs not just one.

Triple Play: If you've eaten dirt this dish is worse than that. It is probably poisonous too. It kills a whole inning and therefore any chance of scoring is eliminated in one swing. It probably makes you wish you had not even been born. Yeah it's bad. Unbelievably bad.

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