My potential buyer then made an offer for five dollars less. I said I was sorry, but I would not take any less than $25. She quickly agreed.
On the day she was supposed to pick it up, my buyer was having difficulty getting out of the house, what with a baby and nap time and all. Since she lived locally, I offered to drop it off at her house. I had never been to her neighborhood but had driven by the road she lived on many times.
As I turned onto her street, I passed a couple farms before a new housing pattern emerged. Brand new custom built mansions lined the rest of the road. Well, who knew this was back here?
My GPS guided me to a long, circular driveway and a spectacular home where the balconies had balconies. The structure was so immense I could not even figure out where to park or where to find an appropriate door to make the transaction. Maybe the butler would come out to meet me? Surely the surveillance camera has pegged our older model sedan as a possible security threat. I pulled off to the side and texted my customer while beholding a large backyard with farm animals and a swimming pool. She directed me to a side entrance by a garage, outside of which stood an enormous stack of UPS boxes. A beautiful dog ran out to greet me. This was where the lady who wanted a five dollar discount lived? I was pretty baffled. Five dollars wasn't going to go far here.
My customer was a jovial and polite lady, thankful and apologetic that she had to pay for part of it in quarters. Unable to get to the bank, husband at work with the wallet, she scrounged for dollar bills and coins around the house and I understood completely because I have done that, too. Then, she gave me an additional one dollar coin for the Little Mister's piggy bank as a good will gesture.
As I pulled back onto the road, I thought of how the lady who wanted to pay me less unexpectedly paid me more and turned out to be not only courteous but rather delightful. If I had held any preconceived notions that a stingy Queen of her castle was afoot, they drowned in the moat after I crossed the drawbridge.
Wouldn't it be refreshing to discover that you had been a blessing to someone, regardless of their preconceived notions? If meeting you bypassed their own ideas of what they imagined you might believe or what things about them you might hold in disapproval? My prayer is that those who meet me will ignore the externals and material distractions of this world so they can see a pure heart who wants to know and love them. I want to be an unexpected delight and day-brightener to others!
You know what else brightens my day? Right, recipes that are simple and tasty.
Once a week or so we have breakfast for supper. It's economical and there's often something new to try, although we really like egg and cheese sandwiches. If I'm really pressed for time, I mix up a frittata and put it in the oven to serve alongside something else. It's easy, healthy, and forgiving. You can add in vegetables, any kind of cheese or seasonings. This is my base recipe, and one of my personal favorites.
Oh, and the Little Mister usually finishes any leftovers from it for his real breakfast, so, kid approved if your child is not extremely finicky. Which mine is not. Praise God.
Herb and Cheese Frittata
2 tsp. olive oil
8 large eggs
4 ounces cheese of your choice, crumbled or shredded (I like feta, or any finely shredded cheese.)
1/3 cup loosely packed parsley or basil, chopped
1/4 cup milk
2 Tablespoons fresh rosemary or thyme, chopped
1/2 teaspoon black pepper
Preheat oven to 400.
In an oven-safe, non-stick skillet, heat oil over medium heat until hot.
In a medium bowl, using a wire whisk, beat eggs, cheese parsley, milk, and herbs until blended. Pour egg mixture into skillet; do not stir. Cook on the stovetop until egg mixture begins to set around the edges, about 3-4 minutes. Place skillet in oven and bake until frittata is set, 13-15 minutes. Cut into wedges and serve.