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Preparing Happiness

My daughter is a picky eater. She is the latest in a long line of picky eaters. I have been accused of spoiling her. Having grown up in a family with obscure allergies and marrying into a family with obscure allergies, I take these criticisms with a grain of salt. The trouble is I don't always know what to cook.

I found a blueberry muffin recipe. My blueberry eaters oo-ed and aa-ed over it. My daughter said she was not going to eat something purple and blue. I converted the recipe to a chocolate chip recipe and dipped it in chocolate glaze. She was upset that it was not a cookie.

I am starting to believe the fault was not in my cooking, but in the appetite of my daughter.

In the evening quail rose up and covered the camp. In the morning there was a layer of dew on the ground around the camp. The layer of dew evaporated, and on the surface of the desert there was something small and flaky, as small as hoarfrost on the ground... The children of Israel called it manna. It was like coriander seed and was white. It tasted like wafers made from honey. Ex 16: 13-14, 31

Now the rabble among them fell victim to their desires again, and the people of Israel said, "Who will give us meat to eat? We remember the fish we ate in Egypt, along with the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions, and the garlic." Num 13: 4-5

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