My sister fixed a gumbo this past weekend. She gifted me with a quart container that was brimming with shrimp, oysters, crabmeat, tomatoes and roux. Good golly, but it was a delicious surprise. My sister, Jan, lives just a few miles from me. She’s a great cook, so when she offered to leave a quart of gumbo at the bottom of her stairs, I leapt at the opportunity for gumbo.
She also gave me a generous serving of rice: 1/2 white rice, 1/2 cauliflower rice. My sister is following a keto diet lately. She’s lost over 20 pounds on the low carb plan. She prepared white rice for her husband, and cauliflower rice for herself. This was my first experience with cauliflower rice. It was good with gumbo, but, honestly, anything is good with gumbo.
This morning, I woke to temperatures in the 40s again. I opened the windows, and because of a strong breeze, the house has quickly cooled down. I needed something warm to eat. Rarely do we have cool mornings like this in April, so I skipped my usual breakfast of a protein shake blended with frozen bananas and blueberries. Nothing cold for breakfast today. It was hot seafood gumbo and coffee for breakfast.
After a gumbo breakfast, I drove a few blocks to the Women’s Center in downtown Abita Springs. There’s a blessing box in front of the Center that is modeled after the little library design. Instead of books, it holds non-perishable foods for those in need. Since the Women’s Center is closed, a few of us are filling the box as needed. I added apples, pancake mix and coffee.
Not everyone can afford to fix a pot of gumbo, I suppose, with so many jobs lost in this present time. I can’t fix gumbo for anyone who wants it. I can offer an assortment, a gumbo of sorts, of what’s in my pantry. The blessings box reminds me of the story of Jesus feeding 5,000 with a loaf of bread, a few fish, and his Father’s blessing. If we just give what we have – a loaf of bread and few fish, or even good gumbo – then God can multiply our resources.