TITLE: Making a Signature Dish 08/01/14
By Rachael Severa
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My husband is a helpful soul. His nature is to help at all cost. Our first trip together posed an interesting scenario when we sat down to have dinner. I wanted to flavor my food with salt n pepper. His willingness to do it for me was something unexpected. He shook a little here and there, and this side and that side. I can see that he cared, but by the end of the evening my food was still sitting there.
On the other hand, my insistence on maintaining my own independence isn’t helpful. Single parents that parent for seventeen years often get caught up in their own individualism. For example, we purchased a ready-to-assemble piece of furniture. I’ve done it before so why not just put it together. In my own recollection on how to do things, I continued to assemble the first piece, then another. Voila! A perfect fit. But at first sight, my husband remained speechless, sighed in hopes to find a word. Looking once again at my own handy work, I understood his contemplation. And In his quiet demeanor, he suddenly spoke, “Better luck next time.”
It takes work to make it work. I realized this when our communication bordered on hit-or- miss. To me, it resembled the experience in playing, “Battleship.” Sometimes we get it and sometimes it’s a near miss. For instance—balancing our check book is such a task. Even in our own mathematical wisdom, our bottom line seems to come from two points: Longitude and Latitude. We go round and round in hopes to understand the other, but eventually we end up with the same number.
Driving in the same car requires restraint. He assumes the position that of a race car driver and I’m the parent that teaches the kid to drive. He cuts corners and makes random U-turns. I stay within the speed limit and take caution when changing lanes. He weaves in and out of traffic and I (mostly get sick). He gets an occasional traffic ticket and I stop at the last minute. I don’t care for him to drive with me, and he doesn’t care for me to drive—period.
Our greatest times are not consumed of these types of moments. However Tabasco and Ice-cream will mix—I believe that the sweetness will be the dominant of the two. We can mix things around to make it more interesting. Eventually, Tabasco becomes seasoned with other sauces and spices, fit for a great entrée, and Ice-cream can be blended into frosty shakes, creamy malts, and ice-cream cake.
What I do like is what we get out of the mix. He likes to help people and it inspires me. He is a good handy-man and I’ve learned to be an attentive student. Although I try things on my own, he never stops letting me try. We both look at money from different points, but our needs always get met. He can sing with anointing on him, and all I can do is try. His frustrations may get the better of him, but I somehow turn it into a laugh. He teaches me about living by Faith, and I have learned that it all starts with Faith.
It’s not always important to stand out as your own dish, rather how it all fits together!
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