STORIES: "Burnt biscuits"

STORIES: "Burnt biscuits"


When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat every bite!


When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your Mamma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And besides - a little burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!"

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Let us try to accept each others faults and  overlook perceived character flaws and  imperfections . We are all a work in progress. Let us be  more understanding,  a "bad day" happens to all of us.  Let us not make a big deal out of a burnt biscuit.


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Published by Amira Carluccio

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