#final supper

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Food for thought: my last meal...?

When people ask me what my favorite food is, I honestly don't know because there is so much to pick from; however, after years of consideration, I think I do know what I would want my last meal to be - if say, for reasons unknown, I ever ended up on death row - haha.

Even though there are foods I absolutely love and either cook or order again and again (sushi, steak & frites with bearnaise, an everything bagel with lox and chives cream cheese...), there's nothing like home cooking that brings you back to childhood and makes you feel cozy and content. 

For me, that dish is a cucumber meatball soup.  It sounds odd, I know.  As of yet, I haven't met a single person outside of my immediate family who is familiar with the dish.  I'm not sure of its origins and the ingredients list is so simple, it's hard to say if it is really Asian or just the result of someone throwing things together.

The soup consists of boiled diced cucumber (seeds scooped out) in a chicken broth soup with handmade pork meatballs, seasoned simply with only salt and pepper.  My mom always made hers with ground oatmeal, which she says is a good way to mask a healthy high-fiber food, but I've also found that oats have the practical function of breadcrumbs, minus all the "stuff" that comes in breadcrumbs.  Adding some oatmeal keeps the meatball tender and juicy, and I suppose it also stretches the meat if you're on a tight budget.

I love making this soup, sometimes served with plain white rice, sometimes just by itself.  It is always satisfying and easy.  I would eat it hot or cold.  I would even eat it for breakfast.  That's how good it is.  And although no one else yet has ever had such a soup until meeting me, many of my friends agree it is delicious (which is reassuring since I used to wonder if it was an acquired taste).

I've got to do more digging into my family history and see where this soup came from.  I want to say it was something my dad grew up with - or a version of it - from his nanny in Taiwan.  I'll report back with the full story and recipe soon!

For now, what would your last ever meal be?

[catchabeene]

The Devil's Final Supper

The devil is throwing a banquet; the invitations is for the church. All those who call themselves "Jesus lovers, Christ followers, Christians, God's children, Jesus' Bride, Heaven's ambassadors.." This invitation goes to you. The main course? His guests: You, Me, The Church, The Shepherds sheep. (Matthew 7:15)

This is the devil's final act: it will be echoed from pulpits, united in worship, and rooted in Scripture. He will not hold back to catering to our desires so long as he gets us to his party. The invitation will come in many forms of deception, through various forms of delivery, and all will spring up from within the church. How else will his guests receive his invitation? 

 He has already infiltrated the hierarchy of Christian influence through prominent preachers, worship leaders, Christian authors, and theological professors. He has captivated our attention with signs and wonders, offering us new experiences that appeal to everything in us except our hearts. The small check, the one red flag, the tiny compromise that we so desperately want to overlook in the name of open-mindedness, those are the warnings we should most adhere to. The voice we choose to follow will decide the Master we serve; it will decide our final, eternal fate! 

Here is a simple solution: Allow nothing to be added to who God has revealed Himself to be in Scripture! Accept nothing that contradicts His character. In Scripture we learn of the fruits of His Spirit (Galatians 5:22) And if it be His spirit that leads us, it will be at no sacrifice or compromise of any of these; they will not compete but compliment each other. 

Let your faith be grounded beyond the emotional, visual, and audible appeasement of your senses- those are within the devil's resources. His tools of deception are tuned nicely in to our wants and desires.

.....to be continued.  

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shit. I ate shit today. Not just a little shit, all the shit. 

I just ate everything. So I just had my "final supper" of sorts. I ate a whole bunch of shit that I found in my house and now I'm done. Tomorrow I'm back to salad and iced coffee and healthy shit. I will work out. Then work out more. I'm exhausted, I havent slept more than 6 hours tops in over a week. Tomorrow I'm making coffees in drivethrough :( dfjksldjaklfdjka 

I need a new job maybe. Ugh. 

Kill me. 

My stomach feels so bad. My mom's drunk and puking. WEEEEE REAL LIFE IS SO FUN -_- 

[basedyoungdad]

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