Please Pass the Biscuits

Today I received a very sweet email that was forwarded from my husband, Paul. The story is a charming little tale that reminds us about the tenderness of life — despite the bitter stressors that pop up around the corner. Enter: The Burnt Biscuit Story.

After a quick Google search, it appears as though this Burnt Biscuit has been passed around quite a bit. But, it’s a meme worth continuing. So, without further ado, here’s the Burnt Biscuit story…

When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my mom and ask me how my day was at school.

I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I’ll never forget what he said: “Honey, I love burned biscuits.”

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, “Your momma put in a long hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides… A burnt biscuit never hurt anyone!”

You know, life is full of imperfect things… And imperfect people. I’m not the best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just like everyone else. What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences, is one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

So…please pass me a biscuit. And yes, the burned one will do just fine!

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2 Responses to “Please Pass the Biscuits”

  1. Reblogged this on Mumbling Mike and commented:
    Found this gem of a bit that many people don’t seem to get or that they will accept that someone will really eat the burnt biscuit – or that some things are just fine to accept

  2. Thank you for such a wonderful story. Great message.

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