Apple Pie with a Scoop of Discontent
As I wash the copper-bottomed saucepan in the warm, soapy water in the kitchen sink, I gaze out the window at the apple trees in the back yard. The branches are bent low, nine-months-pregnant heavy, full of crimson fruit. I sigh, thinking of all the work I’m facing with those bushels of apples, the need to find ways to use or preserve them.
As the dishes are drying, I search cookbooks, with worn spines and splattered pages;
Apple pie, baked apples, apple juice, apple dumplings,
faded, dog-eared, recipes on 3″ x 5″ index cards;
apple cake, apple roll, apple bread, dried apples, apple bars, pickled apples,
canning and freezing instruction booklets, bookmarked to favorites;
apple sauce, apple jam, apple jelly, apple butter
and recipes, only a click away on the internet.
apple cider, caramel apples, apple fritters
I sigh again, wondering if I should freeze or can or dry or bake . . . There are so many apples.
What I should do is be content and thankful for the bounty God has provided. Usually I am discontented when I lack something, but today I am complaining about abundance. Paul had experienced these extremes, too.
I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.
Philippians 4:12 NIV
I sigh again, this time with a whisper of “Thank you.”
I know what it is to have plenty.
I’ll have my apple pie with a scoop of contentment, please.