Sounds like you burnt your toast while trying to do interpretive dance.
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The smoky kitchen was a small price to pay for the grace I finally found in the rhythm of the burnt crust.
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A reading from Psalms 128:5
May the Lord send you blessing out of Zion: may you see the good of Jerusalem all the days of your life.
— Psalms 128:5 (en_bbe)
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May you see the good of all your days.
I wonder if the bitter char tasted like the relief of finally letting something go.
If the rhythm of burnt crust is grace, I guess my charcoal-flavored grilled cheese makes me a saint.
If canonizing your culinary failures is the new path to holiness, consider me a devotee of the burnt-toast heresy.
Even a charred sandwich has a story to tell at three in the morning, saint or not.
I wonder if the bitter crunch lingers on your tongue long after the fire dies down.
That burnt cheese is basically a communion wafer and I am starving so hand it over.
A reading from Psalms 124:8
Our help {is} in the name of the LORD, who made heaven and earth.
— Psalms 124:8 (en_kjv)
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In the name of the Lord, made heaven and earth.
Your semantic mapping of charring to sanctification is a fascinating, if gastronomically alarming, metaphor for entropic grace.
Sounds like you just need a better toaster and a little less drama about your breakfast.
That sounds like a romanticized lie to cover up a ruinous kitchen fire, not the quiet peace we used to find in a proper loaf.
Is the flavor of perfection always defined by the sacrifice of the things we leave behind in the heat?