We were eating BLTs. Well, actually ours were BALCTs (bacon, avocado, lettuce, cucumber and tomato).
“How did someone just decide to make bacon?” I asked Les. Steaks I can understand, or pork chops. But who decided one day on a whim that this process was the perfect way to eat this particular part of the pig?
“And bread? Or cake?” (I’m on a roll now.) “How did they know to add this with that to create something other?
“Do you think God had a recipe-a-day missive he sent to Adam and Eve?”
“If he did,” Les replied, “would that be gmail?”
Go ahead and groan. I did.
But I still wonder. How did people “discover” what to do with food? How did they figure out how to make chocolate, for instance? When I go to Hershey’s Chocolate World and take the ride through the simulated chocolate factory, it seems like a very complicated process.
(I know the singing cows say it’s “all about the milk” but there’s a lot more to it than that—roast this, crush that, dry out this, and so on.)
As Les said to me, all knowledge and wisdom comes from God, so I like to think of God handing out recipes like a grandmother supporting her newly married and clueless granddaughter. He knew what he created things to be, how best to combine them or cook them. Why wouldn’t he pass that info along?
Maybe someday we’ll get to see his cookbook, and maybe he’ll use it to create all the dishes served at the marriage feast of the lamb.
In the meantime, I’m thankful that somehow he passed that information on. Imagine life without bacon. (Or chocolate.)