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I needed a cheese grater, so while grocery shopping I went to see what they had. The Lord presented me with a small variety of choices, and this nifty little cube caught my eye.
http://www.amazon.com/Microplane-341.../dp/B00OB73ZPA
Pricey, but less expensive than buying several rasps.
Then I saw on the side: Blades made in America.
I laughed out loud, a good belly laugh. My choice was made for me. You know how rare these things are, goods made in America and a good belly laugh.
When I got home I decided to clean out some old science projects in the fridge. Mold gets to me, so I opened the kitchen door to the outside and the window over the sink for ventilation.
While I ran hot water to rinse and kill the spores I took a short break outside to get some clean air. Then I heard breaking glass. Oh no, did the hot water break my Pyrex? How weird.
No. It was a breeze that kicked up the shades and knocked something off the sill, which broke a dish on the counter.
I don't know why but I whispered, "Thank you, Lord." Give thanks for all things, right? I cleaned up the glass carefully. I've learned the hard way to be careful with tiny shards.
Having done that I picked up the cube grater and began unwrapping it. The small print says to keep fingers off the blades because they are sharp. Nice: I like sharp things!
While rinsing and examining the cube to see if it disassembled I noticed my fingertip had been sliced neatly. I underestimated the sharpness of the blades. No blood, just the prints.
Then I recalled the number of times recently I nicked my fingers and fingernails while chopping veggies. No blood, except once when I really wasn't respecting the blade. I like to keep my knives very sharp.
I think the Lord was showing me something. Thank you for these small mercies, Lord. And for things that are still made in America.
http://www.amazon.com/Microplane-341.../dp/B00OB73ZPA
Pricey, but less expensive than buying several rasps.
Then I saw on the side: Blades made in America.
I laughed out loud, a good belly laugh. My choice was made for me. You know how rare these things are, goods made in America and a good belly laugh.
When I got home I decided to clean out some old science projects in the fridge. Mold gets to me, so I opened the kitchen door to the outside and the window over the sink for ventilation.
While I ran hot water to rinse and kill the spores I took a short break outside to get some clean air. Then I heard breaking glass. Oh no, did the hot water break my Pyrex? How weird.
No. It was a breeze that kicked up the shades and knocked something off the sill, which broke a dish on the counter.
I don't know why but I whispered, "Thank you, Lord." Give thanks for all things, right? I cleaned up the glass carefully. I've learned the hard way to be careful with tiny shards.
Having done that I picked up the cube grater and began unwrapping it. The small print says to keep fingers off the blades because they are sharp. Nice: I like sharp things!
While rinsing and examining the cube to see if it disassembled I noticed my fingertip had been sliced neatly. I underestimated the sharpness of the blades. No blood, just the prints.
Then I recalled the number of times recently I nicked my fingers and fingernails while chopping veggies. No blood, except once when I really wasn't respecting the blade. I like to keep my knives very sharp.
I think the Lord was showing me something. Thank you for these small mercies, Lord. And for things that are still made in America.
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