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Topic: Illustrate the meaning of "It's No Use Crying over Spilt Milk" (without using the actual phrase or literal exampl (02/07/08)

TITLE: Blood, Sweat and Tears
By Deborah Caruso


The sun had already greeted the day with its cheery rays and the birds had long ago graced the yard with their good morning songs, and it was about time for the party to begin; Martha Gayle’s annual dinner party, that is.

Martha Gayle was known for getting herself in a tizzy over this event. Soon all of the blood sweat and tears she had poured out over the details, from gathering up all her delicious recipes to creating a beautifully set table will soon prove to have been well worth her effort.

Like every year in the past, she had made sure that her house was immaculate the week before, so she wouldn’t have to clean it on the day of the party. Of course, today, she had to go over it one more time.

The night before, she had made two of her finest desserts. The buttermilk chocolate cake was now displayed underneath an exquisite, antique cake stand to lure all that passed its way. Chilling nicely in the fridge was her oh so gooey, caramel-nut cheesecake.

She had already re-washed and dried every dish and all of the silverware, and had placed them on the recently ironed table linens. The prime cut, standing rib roast that was basking in the oven, would no doubt, be able to stand on its own. Alongside the cheesecake she had just placed a freshly tossed vegetable salad.

Everything was going rather smoothly until Martha Gayle started to prepare the clam chowder. It was still a couple of hours before dinner would be served, but she didn’t want to be distracted when putting together this crowd pleaser. As she went for that last, crucial ingredient, the unthinkable happened; and with a sudden, crashing sound, Splat! Martha Gayle suddenly found herself staring at an unsettling puddle that was growing on the floor right before her very eyes. “Oh no!” She shrieked. The disheartened scream reached her son’s ears upstairs.

“What a catastrophe! What on earth am I going to do now?” She said as she grabbed her face in horror.

Her son soon rushed in, “What is going on in here? Are you ok? “What was that awful sound?” He then noticed the white film running across the floor. “What is that?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like there won’t be any clam chowder this year.”

“It’s dreadful, isn’t it? I can’t make my chowder without that!”

Matt was already mopping up and said, “So theatrical about soup!”

“What did you say? It’s easy for you to say, you haven’t sacrificed an entire week’s worth of time and effort into this, now have you?’

He then took her by the hand and said, “Come on mom. Why just look at the beautiful table you’ve set and that roast smells unbelievable! Now, I know you take pride in that soup of yours, and I’ll admit it’s the best around. If you really want me to, I’ll run to the store for you, but I think you should consider that everyone will be arriving soon.” He then pulled something out of the cupboard. “Here are two cans of clam chowder. They’ll do, won’t they? Just pour them in a pot and hide the cans. Do yourself a favor and take it easy for a change, ok?” He said giving her a reassuring hug.

“I just hate when things don’t turn out like I planned. I’ve worked so hard on this dinner, and for something like this to happen, is just devastating!” She said sulking.

“The dinner will be great; it always is, even without the soup.”

“Oh, alright, give me the cans.” Martha Gayle poured the contents of the cans into a nice shiny pot and as she was throwing the cans in the garbage, she said, “I guess I should be thankful I didn’t buy concentrated soup, or I’d still be in a pickle.

(KJV) Luke 22:44 And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.

Jesus sweated over the biggest problem imaginable; taking upon Himself the sins of the whole world. Because He did, we will never have to sweat that! Even though we all tend to find our share of things to sweat over in this life, let’s do ourselves a favor, and not sweat the small stuff!

Martha Gayle’s baked clams were a hit that night!

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Yvonne Blake 02/16/08
(smile) Haven't we all been in a situation where we had to use canned food?
Even though you wanted to apply a Biblical message to your story, it took away from the flow. Your message was clear without it. A verse quoted at the beginning or end is sufficient.
good writing.
Marlene Austin02/17/08
Nice description and dialogue. :)