2-Minute Multiplier: Applewood Smoked Bacon
Man might not have been made to live on bread alone but cheese would do the trick.
I love cheese. I can honestly say I’ve never meet a cheese I didn’t like.
Whether smelly like Blue. Or best-melted like Brie. Or gooey-centered like Burrata.
Perhaps soft like Cottage. Or hard like Pecorino. Or a fence-straddler like Havarti.
Could be an Irish Cheddar. Or a Mexican Cotija. Or an American Longhorn.
Makes no difference. All cheeses from all walks of life are welcome in my home.
I’m not sure the exact year cheese melted my heart but most likely early on. I hail from low-cholesterol heritage that substituted cheese for every food group.
Cheese now occupies the center square in our family together times. An old oak cutting board serves host to a variety of Muensters and Fontinas dressed up with apples and olives and crispy crackers creating a cheese tradition of people celebrating they belong to the same family.
Everyday I include a simple sentence in my evening prayer: Thank you, Father, for all of your gifts to us today.
I can never name them all. I always name Jesus. I routinely include something simple and mundane.
Something that fills stomach and soul. Something that testifies to sheer variety and creativity. Something that reminds me of God’s goodness in the often overlooked but ever present.
What gifts from God will you be thankful for at the end of this day? Notice the simple as well as the great as the day unfolds. Mark down the mundane as well as the miraculous as the sun sets.
Maybe you’ll mention that Applewood Smoked Cheddar that goes perfectly with a Honey Crisp Apple that you and your son both love. I would.