“There was… an incident…”
March 29, 2012 Leave a comment
Last night’s dinner was derailed by a crazed cat. Seriously. Our older cat was just put on medication, which means he was just put on Pill Pockets. Silly me, I left the house with the pill pocket packet (say that ten times fast) on the counter, and crazed cat tore into that heavy duty foil like it was a felled gazelle and he was a bloodthirsty lion. Bye-bye, $7 on pill pockets. So instead of staying home and making a nice batch of seitan barbecue, we had to drive out to the pet store, pick up the Mr. from his train stop, and while we were out that way at that time, we just got Chinese buffet.
Okay, so dinner was derailed less by the cat and more by my forgetfulness. Guilty as charged. So tonight ended up being seitan bbq night. “Barbecue” around these parts is not necessarily meat on the grill or out of the smoker. Nope, it’s ground meat stewed in a sweet sauce and served on a bun or, as the real rebels do, on cornbread. We usually don’t go more than a month without eating either hamburger or turkey barbecue, so it was weird to think of forty days without it. Think “sloppy joes” without
Half a batch of seitan, cut into 1/4″ chunk “shreds”
1 small onion, finely chopped
1/4 c ketchup
2 T mustard
2 T apple cider vinegar
2 T Worcestershire sauce (vegan option: HP Brown Sauce)
2 T packed brown sugar
Brown onion in your favorite oil. Combine all ingredients in a slowcooker and cook on low 2-3 hours. Serve on sandwich rolls, over baked potatoes, with a side of cornbread, etc.
Tonight’s Just Dessert was to Visit the Imprisoned. Several years ago, I tried being a pen pal for Mary, Mother of Captives. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but no matter how spiritual I kept my writing, I kept getting hit on. Sorry, it’s the truth. I understand–or really can only imagine I understand. Prison is a lonely place. We want to be loved. Our culture feeds us all this idea that unless we’re loved romantically, we’re not loved. That’s so not true. So tonight we made Easter cards and said a Hail Mary for all the people who would receive our cards.
Guess which ones I made!
After one of the girls asked if she could include a ribbon in her card (the answer was no, per MMOC rules, not to mention per prison rules), we talked about how lonely it must be to not be allowed to receive any gifts (not even a piece of ribbon). I didn’t even get to how sad it must be not to see the sunshine, not to smell the grass, to be abandoned by your friends… just like Jesus experienced while waiting for His trial. It doesn’t matter how they got into captivity, they’re all still the face of Jesus.
So if you want to visit the imprisoned, send a card to: