A half baked Idea on half jobs

In our home like all other homes, there are times when it isn’t all done unto the lord if you get my drift. So after much prayer seeking advice from the lord one morning I awoke with a revelation I would like to call my Half-Baked Idea. Firstly, I would like to state for the record that my husband pre-approved my plan.

It all started one creative morning when the Lord Impressed upon me a creative way to deeply impress upon the minds of our children and our unfortunate house guest the importance of doing everything for the Lord. That to do a half job impacts the whole Family and as in the Children of Israel the Whole camp. How one disobedience or neglect to follow instructions effect the results and us all as they can have very serious, even deadly. I awoke early this particular morning with a giggle thinking upon the enjoyment I would get over the next few days completing the creative impression I was about to make on my family. Cooking for the next few day although a little more work to prepare this half-baked Idea would be the most pleasure I have had cooking in some time, As I schemed and planed with Holy inspiration. (Talk about taking delighting in His presence) by supper, I was ready. The first silent lesson I fed to my family and guest with the exception of my silent partner was a yummy fried chicken and carrot sauce over ice-cold mashed potatoes. I was so surprised actually that there were no complaints and when I asked how every thing was, I got mmmm good. Then a little one piped up hmm the potatoes are ice cold but good! The little ones are so honest, and I knew she would help break the polite silence of my plans. The next morning we had porridge my honey and house guest ate first while the little ones slept. I cooked a half pot served my honey then added hot water to the remainder, along with two cups of raw oatmeal and served it immediately with a little stir. My silent partner smiled as he watched our polite guest chew his porridge and politely thank me for breakfast. The children ate with out a peep. Then for lunch, I upped the ante with some yummy potatoes soup. I cooked a delicious soup then added some extra raw potatoes I had set aside along with an onion peel, and two potatoes peels, simmered it for just a bit leaving them still crunchy, and served the soup. I served honey some soup as well but missed a few crunchy potatoes by oops with a guilty smile. With deliberation, I served the soup making sure to doctor the special ingredients into our guests bowl along with a peel in my known squeakers bowl. They chewed away deliberately and quietly. Our guest gagged a little, removed the onion peel placed it to the side of His dish, and proceeded to politely eat the crunchy potato peel. At last, the silence broke from my little one with, “What’s this doing in here”. I shrugged and said to her "well you know how those peels fly don’t you"! As she often helps me peel, and has had to clean up flying peels. Then daddy remarked, "Don’t tell or every one will want one", then she found and onion peel hmm she said what’s this dong in there? Then to add to the fun I remarked playfully "ya, especially since there aren’t any onions in the soup”. At that, eyeballs popped, and throats gulped, and our guest went cautiously up for seconds. As I cleaned up lunch, I carefully planned the next meal this would be the grand finally with lesson time to follow. It would be the meal to end all half-baked meals, and would need to be followed up by an edible meal. The meal was steak potatoes & carrots, gravy, and beets. To follow, the real meal prepared with love and care, homemade tortillas wraps, a simple yummy follow-up and quick to prepare while daddy taught the lesson. After lunch, I put some nasty freezer burnt steak in the oven on low to cook allllll day. I hid the nasty smell with a little basil. I pre cooked some rice for the wraps along with some seasoned meat, then chopped potatoes and carrots to heat and not cook, then pulled out some over processed beets from the freezer . Come suppertime my wraps were made and all hidden, with no sine of another meal. I cranked the heat and charred the meat, relishing in the pleasure of the scheme. After my family was all seated I served there plates privately in the kitchen first the burnt rock hard steak, then the heated not cooked potatoes and carrots, covered in lumpy flour gravy along side a healthy serving of half frozen mushy over processed beets . My presentation was perfect and the delivery was well, a blast. I handed a plate to my oldest son to deliver to our guest. A confused look came across his face and I knew the thoughts going through his head were something like “mom never burns steak”. He dutifully handed the plate to our guest who had obvious signs of a Rowling see crossing his face, then my little one, picking up her steak and tapping it on the plate ,Tap ,tap, and then my Joey 3 yrs mmmmm . And lastly daddies plate also duked out to share in the fate he held his plate high to cover his smile and wisely said a well known prayer”, for what we are a bout to receive may the Lord make us truly thankful. Then soberly trying hard to hide his smile and snickering behind his plate watched as the change to eat began. I myself hid behind a box in the kitchen, as I truly would give it away. Potato pieces where sawed and tapped, and the steak that had been given up on with the knife was now in hand and be gnawed on with great intention and very little result. At last, honey could bare it no longer and commanded a cease-fire on the harassed meat and orders for the plates to be collected. Much relief rested upon the face of our guest as all realized something was up, all but little Joey who chewed contently and hardily on his bit of steak, and was sorely displeased to have to relinquish it up to his older brother . While I lovingly prepared the true meal daddy share how Mommy had with great care and planning prepared the half-baked meals over the last few days and the character lessons on diligence obedience and doing unto the lord and as he did I serve the true meal. My half-baked plan was a success, and a lesson my children and unfortunate guest would never forget! As well as a valuable lesson for me into how truly polite my children really are. So since then all I have had to do is mention burnt steak and work ethics and attitudes improve. Last night there was leftover salad with tomatoes cucumbers and mushrooms. I said to the boys have some more salad so it wont go to waist. I got “ooh I am so full” “oh, I said I guise I can make it into soup” then my honey “No you can’t” “{Well yes, I said my mom did it once, and after that every one made sure to eat all the salad”. At that my husband grabbed the plates and started dishing out the salad “Come on son get 'er down”

My new cooking skill has struck fear into my household, and that my creativity might get the best of them!