When Theology and Homeology Collide

I’m preparing as much of our Sabbath meal for tonight as I can this morning. I chose the southern selection from the A Return to Sunday Dinner, and that selection includes fried chicken, buttermilk biscuits, green beans with smoked bacon, and hominy spoon bread.

Hominy spoon bread?

You have to understand, I’m mostly a self-taught cook and in my decade-plus of self-teaching, hominy spoon bread has never before crossed my menu plan. So, this morning the directions said to use 4 cups of prepared hominy grits. Okay. I’ve never made grits before, so I followed the directions on the back of the container which said 1 serving was equal to 1/4 C. So I made 12 servings (which, yes, technically should have equaled 3 cups, but it seemed like an awful lot of water, so I stopped there).

If you’ve made grits before you probably know where this is going. Apparently the 1/4 C = 1 serving means 1/4 C of unprepared grits = 1 serving, and once cooked, it = a whole lot more than 1/4 C. What this means practically is that I ended up with a LOT more than the 4 C of prepared hominy grits I needed to make the hominy spoon bread. What to do with the remainder of the grits?

I remembered seeing something about cheese grits on the back of the package and just so happened to have a block of Velveeta handy (I don’t normally keep this in my cabinet, so it was like a bonus today). I dumped in some Velveeta and some garlic powder and voila! Instant cheese grits.

Which, of course, I would be the only one to eat. I spent a few minutes eating a small bowl of cheese grits and staring at the large mound of leftover cheese grits in the pan and thought to myself, “Hmmm. I wonder if cheese grits can be saved.” And then I answered myself, “I supposed if they’ve been predestined.”

I may need this week’s Sabbath rest more than I thought…or just a good “theology of grits” class at Covenant.

PS: Anyone know if cheese grits, once prepared, can be stored and reheated with any success at a later time?

So. Very. Tired.

This homemaking thing is much harder than it looks. Sitting around watching Oprah and eating chocolate cookies all day is just completely draining.

As if.

In all truth, it was one of our better weeks. We’ve been on top of our routine game all joking week. The house has stayed in relative order all week, quiet times had every day, school gone as planned each day, check lists created and appropriately checked off ala Jill (Craig’s sister, the checklist queen), some furniture schlepped around, a couple of rooms reorganized, meals planned, shopped for ahead of time, and prepared as planned every day.

And here it is, 7:35 on a Friday night and I’m completely exhausted. It’s our weekly family movie night and I’ve abandoned everyone to both be alone and avoid watching Denis the Menace (which, yes, I choose for them and, yes, bailed on them, making Craig sit through it without me).

Tomorrow will once again see some fairly serious cooking for our Sabbath meal (which, incidentally, Craig invited all of his ethics students to join us for sometime this semester – we have 5 joining us in two weeks!), but after that, I’m all about bubble baths and books and sleep (and worship) for the next 24 hours. Oh, 5:00 Saturday night, I’m ready for you.