Messy Business

I reserved today to make biscuits. This is an annual project for me. I inherited the task of making the biscuits for the family Thanksgiving gathering from my mother. I'm not sure why I inherited this, maybe I volunteered. My mother, Bea, fondly called Bea Bea by her grandchildren and Aunt Bea by her many nieces and nephews, labored for many years every Thanksgiving to bring us her veritable feast. A standout feature was always Aunt Bea's Fancy Biscuits. Everyone loves them! So today I made biscuits. Well, I made some yesterday too. This endeavor is often best done in stages as there are two flavors to make, cheese and cinnamon. It is also time consuming and a messy business. I love the way my house smells now with 8 dozen cinnamon biscuits cooling on the counter. Yesterday it smelled like toasty baked cheese. Those are safely tucked away in the freezer, lest I eat every last one!

A greater significance came into play this time as I rolled out dough, grated cheese and sprinkled cinnamon. Our first Thanksgiving gathering since Mother's death in July will be next week. Last year as I made biscuits, I remembered my mother. But this year, that remembrance brought tears. Bea Bea has left us but she did not leave us without many things that remind us of her, most with far greater meaning than tasty biscuits. Mother, we remember you.

These biscuits, were made in your honor. This causes me to pause yet again and remember the loving, faithful God Mother knew. And it is to him that my heart swells in overflowing gratitude. Happy Thanksgiving!

Soli Deo gloria!