I attended a church dinner and tasted the best salad I had
ever eaten. I could have eaten it with a
spoon and just ignored whatever else was on the table. It was a bean salad, and I had to meet with
the woman who put it together.
“It’s a combination of various beans,” the young mother told
me. “It is very easy, and the recipe is
on the back of the can of beans.” I made
a mental note to buy the specific can of beans.
A week later the young woman stopped me at church and
presented me with a can of beans. I
thanked her and left with the most wonderful feeling about her.
Two or so months later I heard that through an accident the
young woman had broken her pelvic bone and was bedridden. With a husband and two pre-teen children I
knew life would be difficult for her. So
I prepared a complete meal, and I added a big stack of homemade flour
tortillas. A week later I took her
another stack of flour tortillas and cookies.
I also told her that I favored the tortillas because it was so easy to make
a meal by just placing something like a scrambled egg or sausage or just about
anything in the tortilla and folding it.
Presto, a meal. She said they had
come to realize that and were so grateful to me.
Isn’t it amazing how far a can of beans can take you?