Second Thoughts ~ A Parable of Pizza

Greetings Dear Reader,

There once existed some pizza dough.  It was very good dough and it waited quietly in the bin in the cooler, in the restaurant with the other balls of dough.  It waited for its turn to come.  It anticipated when it would be taken from the walk-in cooler and placed in the proofing drawer.  It awaited the time when it would become a pizza.

The hour came when the dough ball was rolled out slightly and placed in the proofer.  The warm moist air chased away its chill and the yeast began to grow and stretch the dough.  Whilst this was happening, thick red pizza sauce was warming in a giant stockpot.  It simmered just enough so that it would be warm but not burn.  A sous chef was chopping vegetables and meat for toppings.  He also grilled some pineapple, shredded some cheese, and drained some salty anchovies.  All the toppings were made ready for the lunch-time opening of the pizzeria. 

As lunch service began, one by one the dough balls were collected from the proofer.  Our dough ball was seventh in line.  Skillfully the pastry cook rolled, then spun, and tossed the dough until it was the perfect size for an extra-large pizza.  The sous chef ladled the sauce on creating the perfect puddle or rich tomato and herbs to hold the toppings requested by the diners. 

Checking the ticket again, the chef put bacon, red onions, and grilled pineapple on one half of the pizza.  On the other side, he spread more red onions, sliced portabella mushrooms, and a healthy serving of anchovies.  On top of all of this was spread a thick layer of freshly shredded mozzarella cheese.  Some fresh basil and thyme were sprinkled over the cheese and a peel was used to place the pizza in the hot brick oven.  In less than twenty minutes the pizza was cooked, sliced, and delivered to the table. 

When placed on the table, the now crispy dough heard one of the diners politely say, “Oh no!  That goes the other way round.  I cannot abide pineapple on my pizza.”  The other diner looked at her husband and said to the server, “And I would not eat anchovies even if I were starving to death.” 

The server laughed and asked, “Then why do you not get your own pizzas?”

The woman smiled warmly, putting a slice of the pineapple side onto her plate, “We met here four years ago when we were each delivered the other’s pizza.  We sat together and talked as we discussed what each liked about various things.  We found we have more in common than one would think.  Our love was kindled by our differences. We refuse to separate anything because of those variances.  We find a way to celebrate them together.  It is the cornerstone of our love.”

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”
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Every human story is part of the great story that leads to the Father getting everything back to Good.

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