I am beginning to have a sneaking suspicion that, when we die and cross over,
the Lord will greet us all with one question: "How did you like my cooking?"
Then we will realize, some of us too late, that we weren't here to complain:
we were here to eat. We were here to savor and chew every flavor and aroma
of the Lord's table, from the hors d'oevres to the pasta dish, main course to
dessert, each with its own wine. God is especially proud of vineyards.
The irony is, those of us who thought it was hip to renounce the Ten Command-
ments of the Bible proceeded to invent a thousand far more puritanical command-
ments about food. Then we packaged our gastronomical neuroses in politics.
Most of the world's poor are happier than we are. They're not burdened with the
luxury of inventing another Thou-Shalt-Not for every mouthful of precious food.
They feel infinite gratitude for a morsel of bread or a single berry. That gratitude
is the magic of how you multiply your loaves and feed everybody. Jesus knew all
Now eat my blueberry pie, home made for you on the fourth of July. Don't ask
whether it was made with gluten-free flour, GMO's, butter, ghee, or organic fruit.
Just eat it and say thank you. God gave me this recipe as a secret mantra. It is one
of her old favorites.