My father always told me, “All you get out of life is what you eat.” Fortunately, this led me to an acute appreciation for breakfast and not an eating disorder.
Turns out my father was wrong. Witness the fine print in the footnote for a Fire Station Fundraising Breakfast. The Fire Station “still relies heavenly on fundraising events for income.”
Being new to a rural area, I readily became a delighted consumer of Fire Station breakfasts. Now, I know I can continue my predilection during my heavenly reward (if earned)!
I could be wrong, maybe the station means the firefighters, auxiliary, and junior firefighters pray hard before fundraising events. This works too - there are no unhappy partakers at a fire station breakfast. Some may be groggy from a lack of sleep or excess sinful behavior the night before.
Maybe this is a ruse to find the Lord. Feed folks pork products till their pant button pops…
Witness the picture above - bacon, sausage links, and sausage gravy. Absent from my plate is “puddin’.”
“What’s puddin’?” I naively asked the kind women behind the puddin’ tray. She gave me a pitying smile and may have muttered, “city folk.” Her search for polite words I would understand came up with, “Pig parts.”
Figuring I already had enough pig parts, I shook my head as if knowingly and proceeded to the somewhat healthy spiced apples.
Either way - if angels serve breakfast in heaven or I am witnessing the Lord’s work on earth - I can now eat my eggs, potatoes, hominy, spiced apples, bacon, sausage, sausage gravy, and biscuit guilt free. Cholesterol be damned.
How about you? What food do you get out of life? Share a Story!
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