| JESUS ATE MY.... CASHEWS? |
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Oh I know, you’re wondering how this title can possible be real. You have to be married to my husband to understand
but I will try to explain.
Shorly after we married, my hubby created the “3-minute rule” wherein any food left laying around over- 3 minutes was
fair game to anyone passing by. While it began as a joke, he actually took advantage of this rule over the years. If I
put leftovers in the fridge that I might want to eat later, I had to announce, “If you touch my leftover steak, I am going to
have to hurt you.” That still didn’t guarantee safety, but most of the time it sufficed.
So here’s the deal. One day back when hubby was very fond of walnuts, I’d buy him some cheapie walnuts from the
grocery store. When we temporarily lived in New England, we found this really wonderful store that had huge walnuts
and giant cashews. We couldn’t afford many at the time, but we were able to pick up a few. Those cashews were the
size of my thumb. Have I told you I REALLY like cashews? Well, I do.
Once back home, I thought about those cashews. Right now I can’t remember where, but one day I came across a
store that sold huge cashews by the packet – so many dollars an ounce. I picked up a small packet – it probably had
10-15 cashews in it – and some really good walnuts for hubby.
At home, I left my packet on the counter – I know, I know, you’d think I would know better. I poked a little hole in it and
really savored one cashew. I planned to drag out the experience!
When I decided I wanted to eat more, I went into the kitchen and reached for the packet that was on the counter – and
it was empty. Talk about your test of walking in love!
I bellowed (sorry, but I did) – “WHERE ARE MY CASHEWS? Those were MY cashews. You had your walnuts, WHERE
ARE MY CASHEWS? I can’t believe you ate my cashews!” He hemmed and hawed around like a sheepish kid. He
looked up for inspiration – now understand I am NOT very happy right now and am barely hanging onto my love walk.
Then he grinned and said, “Jesus ate them.”
WHAT? “What do you mean Jesus ate them? I do not believe you said that. Jesus did NOT eat my cashews. Do you
see Jesus in this kitchen? How can you say that?”
His answer? “Well, Jesus lives in me so if I ate the cashews, so did Jesus.” And that’s all he would say about the
matter. I never could get him to admit he ate my cashews - but I also NEVER left any cashews unattended after that.
And I swear to this day that I heard Jesus chuckle.
Jesus Rambling Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
but I will try to explain.
Shorly after we married, my hubby created the “3-minute rule” wherein any food left laying around over- 3 minutes was
fair game to anyone passing by. While it began as a joke, he actually took advantage of this rule over the years. If I
put leftovers in the fridge that I might want to eat later, I had to announce, “If you touch my leftover steak, I am going to
have to hurt you.” That still didn’t guarantee safety, but most of the time it sufficed.
So here’s the deal. One day back when hubby was very fond of walnuts, I’d buy him some cheapie walnuts from the
grocery store. When we temporarily lived in New England, we found this really wonderful store that had huge walnuts
and giant cashews. We couldn’t afford many at the time, but we were able to pick up a few. Those cashews were the
size of my thumb. Have I told you I REALLY like cashews? Well, I do.
Once back home, I thought about those cashews. Right now I can’t remember where, but one day I came across a
store that sold huge cashews by the packet – so many dollars an ounce. I picked up a small packet – it probably had
10-15 cashews in it – and some really good walnuts for hubby.
At home, I left my packet on the counter – I know, I know, you’d think I would know better. I poked a little hole in it and
really savored one cashew. I planned to drag out the experience!
When I decided I wanted to eat more, I went into the kitchen and reached for the packet that was on the counter – and
it was empty. Talk about your test of walking in love!
I bellowed (sorry, but I did) – “WHERE ARE MY CASHEWS? Those were MY cashews. You had your walnuts, WHERE
ARE MY CASHEWS? I can’t believe you ate my cashews!” He hemmed and hawed around like a sheepish kid. He
looked up for inspiration – now understand I am NOT very happy right now and am barely hanging onto my love walk.
Then he grinned and said, “Jesus ate them.”
WHAT? “What do you mean Jesus ate them? I do not believe you said that. Jesus did NOT eat my cashews. Do you
see Jesus in this kitchen? How can you say that?”
His answer? “Well, Jesus lives in me so if I ate the cashews, so did Jesus.” And that’s all he would say about the
matter. I never could get him to admit he ate my cashews - but I also NEVER left any cashews unattended after that.
And I swear to this day that I heard Jesus chuckle.
Jesus Rambling Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
