Tuesday, December 6, 2016
If my Mom had a halo over her head, as in a Saint, it would be in the shape of a dinner plate, just like the halo over the head of St. Martha, the patron saint of cooks, depicted on the early cover of The Joy Of Cooking cook book by Irma Rombauer, My Mom cooked us countless meals all my life. Even as a priest I would love to go "home" to her cooking. She never complained or seemed to be resentful or angry about cooking. She just cooked, night after night. As a boy, I rarely said "Thank you." Sunday dinner was in mid-afternoon, so there was no cooking at night on Sundays. Friday was fast and abstinence in Catholic homes, so the meal was simpler, but still she prepared it. I grew up on pork loin, lamb, chops, goulash, pasta and meatballs, roast beef, and some chicken. She served without complaint. She did put on the plate what portions we were supposed to eat. Eat everything was the rule. I would like to be a saint who serves without resentment, complaint, or whining. I have a long way to go. How about you?