#68

Yesterday I had cream of wheat for breakfast. Stop! I know right now you want to leave this site because that is just not the way to start an interesting bit of reading. You are thinking, "oh Johnny, you are living on the edge, what an exciting life you live". Okay, truthfully, this is not going to be a very exciting post, but that is all that is floating around in my head right now, so I must put it down here or it will forever take up space in my head and I don't have a lot to spare. Back to the cream of wheat. While I was making it, this memory came flooding back to me of someone else who has probably made more cream of wheat then anyone else in the world. My Aunt Sarah from Taber Alta. I think made cream of wheat for my Uncle John every morning of his life. I remember going there as a kid and even then I seldom slept in, so if I was awake I would go to the kitchen and she would be making cream of wheat. She would make some for me as well, and you know what, it was never lumpy, or too thick, or too thin. It's hard to make cream of wheat just right. Oh man, my dumb dog just farted. You would think he had chili for supper.
You know, I don't think its so much the whole cream of wheat thing, but the fact that she is gone and I really do miss her. Most of my aunts and uncles have passed away, and that means that on this side of the Jordan I won't be able to visit with them again, ever. The good thing is, that my extended family, cousins, uncles, aunts were and are mostly believers, so there will be a marvelous reunion when we all meet in heaven. And I will ask my aunt Sarah how she always made a successful pot of cream of wheat.