Iím here today, just outside my tent, preparing an exceptional dinner for a truly special person in my life. Yes, most guys would not make such a dinner for their brother. Mine is just a little different. His name is Easy. At least I call him that. Yes, we are twins and he is only seconds older than me.
Now, Iíve got the old pot positioned just right, and my fire is just starting to flicker nicely.
This old pot is my momís. It is my favorite. I remember mom teaching me how to cook with this old pot. All I know about cooking, I learned around this pot.
This stew Iím going to make today, Iíve made it hundreds of times. All of my family loves it, my brother especially. He likes for me to have it ready when he comes from the fields. He is usually tired and weary when he arrives.
Iím going to start with some fresh stew meat. Iíll let it brown a little as I stir it around deep in this black caldron. I have to be careful not to burn myself on the sides.
Now I love that smell. Smell it? Thereís nothing like the smell of fresh beef cooking.
Iím now going to start adding warm water. Iíve had it sitting in the hot sun since early this morning. Soon it will start to boil, and Iíll add my secret bag of spices.
Well, first it was Momís secret. She just shared it with me. I think my grandmother taught her how to combine the herbs and spices for a nice savor.
It is now time to add the beans. I like using different kinds of beans for different textures in my stew. Easy brags about my stew all the time. Iím not sure if he thinks itís good, or if he just does not want to cook.
I may not be like most guys who like to hunt and fish day in and day out. I like to hang around home and try my hand at different dishes. Iím not worried what others may think. I know it will soon pay off.
Look at the smoke, smell the stew cooking, and watch the wind carry them toward the fields. Ha! Ha! Iíve got a feeling weíll have company coming soon, following the fragrance.
I think I hear him!
See the cloud of dust rising? That is him. Look, the wind is blowing that direction! Iím sure he smells it! Oh, he looks so tired, poor Easy. Watch this. He is so far away that I have to cup my hands and yell loudly.
He seems so tired he can barely walk. Look, he is ringing wet. Whatís he saying?
I think he is calling me.
ďJay! I need some food.Ē
Listen to him. If he thinks Iím going to slave over this hot flame all day long for nothing, he has another thought coming.
ďJay, come on man. I need some nourishment. Man, that stew smells yummy. Can I have some? Iím starvedĒ
Did you say, ďhaveĒ?
Did he just say, ďhave some stew?Ē Just sit back and watch this.
You canít ďhaveĒ my stew, but Iíll sell you a bowl of it.
ďWhat? I can barely walk. Iím so tired. Please just let me have a bowl. I have nothing to buy with.Ē
Oh, yes you do.
ďWhat do I have that you would take for a bowl of stew?Ē
Umm, letís see. Iíll take your birthright! Thatís it! You give me your birthright, and Iíll give you a bowl of stew.
ďCome on Jay. You do not mean it! Just give me a bowl of stew. Please?Ē
I will not give, but I will trade a bowl for your birthright.
Watch him. Weíll see how hungry he is. Look at him squirm.
ďCome on Jay.Ē
Look at him!
ďOh well, itís doing me no good now. Iím going to die without food.Ē
You donít have to take it if you donít want it. I have more friends here that would love to savor the taste.
ďOk Jacob! Have it your way! You can have my birthright, just give me my stew! Iím starving!Ē
Here Esau, and have you ever wondered why I called you Easy?
Watch him eat, that sloppy pig!
Does anyone wonder why people call me a deceiver?
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