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Little mundane pleasures of life

It’s Monday afternoon, and I am very thankful for the little mundane pleasures of life that God gives us.  For Lunch I sautéed onions in a bit of butter, I seasoned it with garlic powder and dried cilantro a bit of black pepper and some pink Himalayan sea salt.  After the onions were slightly soft, I lowered the temp on the stove top and cracked three eggs over the onions, after they were set a bit I turned them and the onions over and added a bit of parmesan.  after two more minutes it was ready with the eggs being just a little runny.  It was really good.  As I sat there eating I thanked our Father as I took a bite.  I thanked him for each ingredient and I thanked him for letting us experience good tasting things. for making our taste buds.  He didn’t have to do that, He didn’t have to make us that way and he didn’t have to make good tasting things to eat, but he did.  

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