Just one.
That’s all I need.
It’s pan-enough to handle all of my stove-top cooking needs.
My husband bought it, actually.
I’ve never fancied myself a Paula Deen fan.
Not really any kind of fan, for that matter.
I am Not A Fan.
[Sorry, couldn’t resist.]
[But it’s true, I am not.]
This Paula Deen pan I have,
it’s blue and sort of speckled.
Not hard to miss in the sea of orange and silver pans in my cabinet.
It’s one of a kind.
I have always enjoyed cooking in that pan.
It’s sturdy.
It’s reliable.
Things cook up well in it.
The clear, glass lid fits nicely, too.
It’s easy to see what’s going on inside it.
It’s also unmistakable.
I could pick that pan out based on the sheer weight and solidness it has.
It does not waiver when it comes to even heat distribution either.
Sure, it’s over cooked some meals.
It’s even burnt one or two.
Okay, 12 or 18.
But what pan doesn’t make mistakes?
In light of recent current events and headlines,
I’m finding myself more and more fond of my Paula Deen pan.
Whenever I cook in it, or wash it, or even think about cooking in it and washing it, I am now constantly reminded of how much My Savior loves me.
How cool is that?
I mean, how wasteful and frivolous would it be if I every time I scorched a little food, or over salted it, I threw the pan away that the food was cooked in?
Thank you, Jesus, you haven’t and won’t discard me based on my mistakes and slip ups. Thank you, Jesus, for your daily forgiveness of my sins! I know, because of You, that I am to forgive as You forgive. I am to love as You love. I am to understand second chances (and third and fourth…), because You have given me so many. Because of You, Jesus, I also know that I am not to judge others, lest I be judged by You in the same way. I’m not to judge people who cook in Paula Deen pans, nor those who choose not to cook in Paula Deen pans. Thank you, Jesus.
Yep, the Paula Deen pan has a permanent residence in my kitchen.
I’m going to keep it.