This post isn't so much about the lunch I packed this morning, but the reminder that came from from my family while I was deciding what to pack.
The story started yesterday when the kids and I got home after school. I walked into a house filled with the aroma of freshly-baked bread. Now that wouldn't normally have been a problem, except I'd set my bread machine so that the dough cycle would be finishing up as we walked in from school.
I had some volunteer commitments yesterday, so I'd prepped the ingredients and set the timer on the machine. The plan was that we'd get home, unpack backpacks, get everyone's hands washed, and start making pizza for an early dinner. Accounting for the time it takes for three cooks to complete such a task, I figured the pizza would come out of the oven in time for us to eat and then get to a 6pm meeting at church.
Needless to say, I was a little deflated when I figured out that something had gone wrong. I even posted this on my Facebook status:
Came home from school to the wonderful smell of bread baking - except that my bread machine was supposed to only be running the dough cycle.
Bread machine - 1, Person who thought she knew what she was doing when the set the dough cycle to run while she was gone - 0.
I did get some great encouragement from a friend and from my husband. You know, fresh-baked bread isn't all that bad. But my plan had been interrupted.
Since the bread smelled good (and really, I thought it did), we tasted it. Amazing - it tasted good, too! (It would have make a great pizza crust!) Once it cooled, I wrapped it up - thinking it was too good to waste, but wondering what to do with it.
Fast forward to this morning. The kids and I were in the kitchen, and asked them what they wanted to eatfor breakfast. "Can we have some of that bread?" Really?!? So I gave them a taste while I asked them what they really wanted for breakfast (cereal? granola bar?). And they liked the bread. Hmm. Now, I enjoy a savory breakfast as much as the next girl, but I just didn't think Pizza Dough Bread was the best way to start the day. So we decided to pack it in their lunchboxes - with slices of pepperoni and cheese, marinara sauce for dipping, and strawberries. They. were. thrilled. I was dumbfounded. But mostly, I was reminded that even when I think things are all fouled up, there's usually a way to turn it around for good. Thankfully, I had the help of some family and friends to remind me.
On my Facebook wall today:
Making the most of yesterday's bread machine snafu. "Breadsticks" with marinara, pepperoni and cheese, strawberries. The kids asked for the bread for breakfast, too!
And in reply to the comments below my photo:
I'm proud of my kids for helping me make the best of the situation (and figure out a lunch plan pretty quickly!). Hubby and the kids LOVED how the bread tasted, which made my day!
2 comments:
Love it! Isn't it amazing to think about our plans and how God just messes them up so we realize He's the one in control? Way to look at the sunny side friend!
i love how the Lord does that! we make big messes and God makes the most beautiful stuff out of our mess! he's in the mess repair/redemption business! :)
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