A Different Pace

Sometimes I forget how fast paced our world as become. Living in our little cabin has reminded me things used to take longer - there was actually a time in this world when everything wasn't instantly available.

Since I get twitchy if a webpage takes more than a millisecond to load, this has been an exercise in patience for me. 

Topping the list of patience-building activities is cooking. For as long as we're in the temporary cabin, I don't have a "real" kitchen. Most of my cooking is done on a griddle or a wood cook stove. The griddle, I love. It takes me back to my days as a short-order cook, which is actually a good thing. I get a dorkish amount of joy from cooking on a griddle.

The wood stove has its charms, but it's also painfully slow. I now understand why there was something cooking over the fire all day in those old westerns. My poor kids have had quite a few meals at eight o'clock at night because I forgot dinner would take forever and a day to make. I'm getting better, though. I'm learning to view it as more of an old-fashioned slow cooker.

I used to laugh that patience was a virtue I did not possess. I'm not laughing anymore because God has apparently decided it's time to teach me some. My stomach has always been a pretty good way to get my attention.

And yes, yes I am really hungry and staring at a pot of water that refuses to boil. Why do you ask?

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