Susan LaffertyFavorite flavors and dishes multiply in the cross-cultural life. Leading to this, that, or the other taste of home.
Our grocery cart is often a wild mix. With differing ingredients for the week’s menus.
One day, I buy okra and chickpeas for Indian curry. Snow peas, lemongrass and baby bok choy for a Chinese stir-fry dish. And Japanese mochi. An afternoon snack or dessert.
Each cuisine serves up memories as well.
Ocean roar in winter. Loud. Waves cross. Crash. Deep blues and teals mixing. Mingling. Foaming white.
Gale-force winds whip through. Scattering sand. Tearing at the water. And me.
Power on display.
And I am a mere whisper. Hushed.
“Did God really say…?” The serpent’s ploy through the ages.
Deceiver. Casting doubt on God’s Word.
Casting doubt on God.
Casting doubt.
Deceiver. Twisting His command. And intent.
Then misleading the listener. About the outcome of disobedience.
