Since I’m a monk, I tend to look at these things through a spiritual lens, so asked myself, “Do you suppose this setback is diabolical or providential?” I decided to assume the latter, and set off in search of a local coffee shop in the hopes that Chillicothe hipsters or 20-somethings had a place to gather and ignore each other as they played with their devices. (That sounds unnecessarily snarky, now that I reread it—electronic addiction is pretty widespread among “grown-ups, too!)
I remembered that Chilli had a small downtown area, so I set off in that direction, but took a wrong turn and ended up near the Marina, which confirmed that Divine Providence had orchestrated my predicament. I discovered a sizable patch that some civic minded person or group had planted with wildflowers: a patchwork of coreopsis, painted daisies, black-eyed Susans, cone flowers, and bachelor buttons. Since I love photography as much as baking, I parked the Tracker and got out my camera. The resulting images are nowhere near as lovely as the reality, but I share some of them nonetheless.
In short order, I posted the previous day’s blog and checked my messages, and left with five charming bread plates and a vintage potato peeler. I came dangerously close to buying an embroidered tablecloth as well, but monastic frugality prevented me—it was worth what she wanted, but still out of range of my meager vacation fund. I set off again for the cabin, after promising that if I came back into town, she’d get some coffee cake!
Back at the Lake I got to work on a recipe to share with the Lake Thunderbird monthly newsletter, The Chair Tree; the lake manager Chris asked if I’d share an article for the August issue. Since I’m always at the lake around the Fourth of July, I combined blueberries, raspberries and white chocolate morsels as the filling for a “Red, White and Blue” sour cream coffee cake. Perfect for a breakfast alfresco on the deck. Get the recipe HERE.
So every once in awhile, God’s bell goes off, and He draws out a name and gives that person a prize: an unexpected wrong turn that leads to a beautiful patch of flowers, a random encounter with kindness, a sunset or rainbow or shooting star that only you get to see. Not every setback is meant to test our patience; some of them are meant to increase our trust and our joy.
God bless and happy baking!