Thank God for supplying all that we need — food to eat and friends to eat with! I serve only by God’s strength, even the slip-ups here and there reinforces 1 Peter 4:11 for me:
As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen. (1 Peter 4:10, 11 ESV)
On Thursday we had dinner with the electric steamboat that Uncle Colin and Aunty Lucia gave us. Perhaps because of its association with Chinese New Year reunion dinners, a steamboat always conjures up pictures of many people gathered round to share in mounts of meat, vegetables and various confections of tofu, fishcakes and fishballs. So it only seemed right to invite others to join us!
It was a great chance to catch up with Jane who came over earlier to help prepare the food. I also invited Guiqing whom I have not met ever since we started reading each other’s blogs. Since they both are teachers, I thought our aspiring teacher Rachael will fit right in, so she came for dinner too.
Typical of my absent-mindedness, I forgot to buy a disposable plastic table cover while I was shopping for the food, so I had to get Jane’s help to get one. Thankfully, she was at NTUC just when I messaged her.
Then Rachael bought joylicious grapes, a deep dark indigo, bursting with goodness. And Guiqing bought us Mr Bean biscuits too, which became our breakfast and lunch the next day.
With the table laden with all our ingredients and rice, we unraveled the steamboat’s wire, all ready to get the soup boiling. But alas, it was only one third of the way to the nearest power point and we didn’t have any extension cords.
Thank God for Graham who volunteered to go borrow one from our neighbour, and to go buy one when she didn’t have any. He had only just left when our neighbour brought one over — her maid had found an old one tucked away somewhere! We hurried to plug it in and it works!
The last incident of the night was when I burned the gula melaka for dessert. Instead of a caramelised syrup, it was clumpy and chewy. But my friends just kept on going, finishing up every morsel. We even made coffee with the leftover burnt sugar and it was not bad!