Anyone who knows me personally, knows that due to my family falling apart many years ago, there were things I never got to teach my daughters. However, times have changed.
On Wednesday, during a telephone conversation, my daughter B mentioned that she would call her dad, to find out how to make something that she had never herself made for her family. A recipe called Creamed Salmon.
It was actually shocking to hear this from her, considering the recipe was never her dad's to begin with. It was mine!
After telling B this, she carried on about how shocked she was, because she remembers her dad making it regularly, after our marriage had broken up. I reminded her that I too made this dish, but for some reason, she always thought of her dad when she thought about the recipe.
She asked me to come show her how to make it.
Be still my heart! I could actually feel myself gasp, hearing this request!
Then, I laughed and agreed to visit her home on Thursday and bring with me the canned salmon that would be needed. B said she had all the rest of the needed ingredients. All was well that ended well!
Thursday, when I arrived at B's, she had company. J, a friend of hers, who used to live next door, at her previous address.
J didn't realize B and I would be making Creamed Salmon, so she had brought some beef for the BBQ. B's boyfriend made some basmati rice and bbq'd tomatoes to go with the rice.
At first, I suggested that we make Creamed Salmon another day. My daughter insisted we needed to do it that day.
She was right. To be honest, most of what was made was devoured by all who enjoyed dinner together. Especially, my grandchildren!
I praised God and thanked Jesus for blessing me.
This reminded me of the Doxology; although this can be spoken, most often it is sung. Here's a LINK to Wikipedia, to read more about this. For those who aren't familiar with the Doxology, here it is:
Until next time...
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