Burned Biscuits

burned biscuits

burned biscuits

Thank you, Unknown Person, who sent that beautiful little parable, “Burned Biscuits,” to Father Gerald Beirne of Narragansett, RI – who then forwarded it on to others including this editor of The Pecan Park Eagle. And Bless You too, Father Gerald for doing so! It was too beautiful to pass up as our guest column subject of the day, even if we do not yet know who he or she is taht brought it to life. Please! If you are the author, or if you know who is, please get in touch with me, Bill McCurdy, at houston.buff37@gmail.com

The Pecan Park Eagle would very much like to retroactively extend credit here to the actual composer of these pristinely clear lessons of life by name, if at all possible. We will be sending you a notification of this publication by your recorded e-mail address, BENJIE@aol.com

Please get in touch. And Godspeed to you – whomever you are!

~ Bill McCurdy, Publisher, Editor, Columnist, & Chief Bottle Washer for The Pecan Park Eagle

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Burned Biscuits

When I was a kid, my Grandma liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day. On that evening so long ago, she had placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my Granddad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed!

Yet all my Granddad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Grandma and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit. He ate every bite of that thing… never made a face nor uttered a word about it!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Grandma apologize to my Granddad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Granddaddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your Grandma put in a hard day of work today and she’s real tired. And besides – a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!”

As I’ve grown older, I’ve thought about that many times. Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I’m not the best at anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. But what I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults, and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that’s my prayer for you today… that you will learn to take the good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet of God. Because in the end, He’s the only One who will be able to give you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn’t a deal-breaker!

We could extend this to any relationship. In fact, understanding is the basis of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!

So, please pass me a biscuit, and yes, the burned one will do just fine.

 

 

 

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4 Responses to “Burned Biscuits”

  1. Sam Says:

    How true!

  2. Mark W. Says:

    Better than burnt bridges!

  3. Mark W. Says:

    (or burnt britches.)

  4. Rick B. Says:

    I prefer burnt bacon (but that sort of misses the point, doesn’t it? ) : )

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