Home Is Where The Haggis Is

This post was originally going to be about a classic recipe: duck à la orange, but alas my cooking skills failed miserably.  I promised to post everything and I am sticking to that promise because this was an epic fail.  😦  

Growing up in the house with an avid hunter of waterfowl, I actually grew to like the taste of duck.  My dad would cook it under low heat in the oven with orange juice and that was my favorite way to eat it.  The duck I bought recently was extremely fatty.  I guess I am used to lean, wild duck instead…or at least that is what I will keep telling myself.  My youngest daughter ate all of it on her plate and my husband did too, along with seconds, but it still wasn’t doing it for me so that is my story.

On a brighter note, we had some special people over for dinner, the perfect guests actually on a night like this one.  These two people would never judge a poorly prepared dinner.  Notice the paper plates and rice in a bag too?  Who are these people you ask?  Well, let me explain first that my oldest daughter is preparing for her First Communion this spring.  As one of her assignments, we chose to plan a dinner with Jesus.  Of course we couldn’t just invite him without God according to my oldest, so she set a place at the table for Him too.  Then we had to plan the menu.  What would They like to eat?  The girls both said bread and wine.  My youngest one added meat to the menu too.  So there you have it.  A dinner with Jesus and God.  We also needed to come up with things for us to talk about with them.  My oldest was very concerned about whether or not they liked the meal, but my husband and I explained they were really there to listen more than anything else.  The whole experience may sound a bit odd, but their reaction to everything was so sweet and completely authentic.  We talked about how to improve at sports, showed Them some favorite board games and ended with my youngest daughter showing Them her big girl bed.  Sometimes the girls would stop and ask if They were still there and I would reassure them that yes, They were.  The night ended with both of them praying quietly in their rooms.  

This was just an idea I wanted to share for those of you looking for ways to incorporate God a little more into your everyday life.  It reinforced the strength of my own faith a little more and I was surprised and delighted by my children’s responses.  

A picture of my sad duck.