Good Medicine
I got one of my favorite treats today. Ray and I had lunch with my brother Steve. He suggested a meat and three place in an old part of Nashville. Having just returned from our convention travels last night, I was ready for something different than the cheese and crackers and peanut butter sandwiches we had been eating in the car. I wanted something, you know, real. I decided on meatloaf and began trying to choose my three vegetables. I asked the waitress if the baked apples came from fresh apples or from a can. In an accent I couldn’t identify, she mumbled under her breath, “From a can.” So, I asked if the mashed potatoes were real or from a box. Again she spoke softly: “From a box.” I said, “I’ll have deviled eggs.” She mumbled again, this time with a sly grin, “They came from a chicken.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. When I went to the restroom a few minutes later, I found myself laughing out loud again. I think I may have used this verse recently, but I love that:
A cheerful heart is good medicine . . .
Proverbs 17:22, NASB
My brother was also wondering about the accent and he asked our waitress where she was from. She said she was from Albania. Thanks, Albanian waitress, for the food, service, and the good medicine. And, by the way, I can’t believe that Southern menu called those eggs deviled. When I was growing up, we called them dressed eggs–but they still came from chickens.
That is a cute story. I grew up in Georgia – north of Atlanta. My parents were both from Alabama. As far as I can remember we always called them deviled eggs. It is a funny name but I never cared to eat them so I didn’t ponder it too long. 🙂