Okra. Is. Arrested.

This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. It’s been a few days since I have made an arrest. But I’ve never felt that it’s more appropriate to arrest a vegetable in my life. I was on it.

I didn’t have to think about the arrest. I didn’t have to weigh the pros and cons of the paperwork.

Nope. That okra, all the okra, needed to be arrested. Girl Person’s orders.

That’s right. Since we’ve been at the farm, we have eaten a lot of vegetables. A lot. And Girl Person has had fun picking out vegetables every day. It’s been very convenient. Very tasty, in fact.

Girl Person and Boy Person are vegetarians, actually. So they were in vegetable and fruit heaven here at the farm.

And since they love vegetables so much, they tried some that they normally wouldn’t have picked out. Because they were here. Because they were grown with love. Because they knew that they should like them. After all, you should never be mad at a vegetable.

But what happens when you are a vegetarian and you look upon a vegetable that you tried one time and you were resentful to it?

What happens when you go into a farmers market and you see that vegetable you are mad and resentful at too? And it is just sitting there looking all innocent with all the innocent vegetables?

It begs you to try it again. You had decided long ago that you would not give it another chance. But there you are. Willing to take it back. You take a chance. You take it home.

I saw that okra in the bag. I saw that okra come inside the RV. And I wondered…was she really doing this? Was she giving this vegetable that had scorned her taste buds so long ago another opportunity? She was.

She marinated the okra in vinegar and barbecue sauce. She watched videos on recipes. She looked at recipes. She decided to fry up the okra. And so she tried to cut it. And it was hard. Real hard. She asked Boy Person if okra was supposed to be that hard. He said it sounded like she was Paul Bunyan in the kitchen.

But since Girl Person prides herself on being a good cook, she cooked up the okra. She seasoned it. Sautéed it. Sprinkled some hope on it. And it was still hard. Real hard.

As Girl Person looked at her creation with a glass of wine, the okra looked more attractive. She was more hopeful. But when Boy Person took the first bite? She knew. This was a big mistake. She should have never gave okra another chance. There she was, standing in the kitchen with a big ol plate of bitter disaster.

She thought about what could have went wrong. Wasn’t there people who liked to eat okra? How could they eat this. I knew it was my turn to step up. Okra. Is. Arrested.

But as I started writing my arrest report, and the first one for okra, I posed a question. Did the okra that Girl Person bought ever stand a chance to be tasty? Was it fresh? Or was it older? Was it too big? Yes. And yes. You see, because Girl Person didn’t know how to pick out good okra to start with, how could she expect that it would be anything but tough?

Are we like that with individuals we invite into our lives? Do we expect people to change when they haven’t? Do we expect to make a perfect dish of happiness when it’s impossible? Who are we inviting into our hearts?

Everyone deserves a second chance…if they’ve changed. Old okra can’t change and some people can’t either.

Before you put in a lot of effort, make sure it’s worth it.

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Eggs In A Carton

This is Deputy Digby Pancake. A dozen eggs…that egg carton in the grocery store…do you open it and check out your eggs before you buy them? I know. I know. It’s a Monday and you probably don’t want to answer too many questions. But this is important.

Girl Person says you never know what you’re going to find when you open the egg carton.

Some eggs may be older. Some eggs may be cracked.

So what do you do? Do you put all the eggs back in your carton for another carton? Probably. Because you have to pay for those eggs. And you have to be able to use them.

I need my scrambled eggs every morning. It’s crucial to have my eggies!

But I started feeling bad for all the eggs in the carton that people put back.

Why? The cracked eggs weren’t always cracked. At one time, they were shiny and nice to look at.

And at one time, the older eggs were young. The older eggs were brand new. But not any more.

You see, we are all like eggs in a carton.

One day we are young and new. We have days and days ahead of us. But then maybe someone drops us or someone hurts us. We crack.

One day we are young.

But days may go by and no one recognizes our value. We don’t either. So we stay on the shelf and we go back in our carton. And more and more time passes. Before we know it, we are expired.

I know. It’s Monday and you have the whole week ahead of you. But don’t let this be the week you do nothing. Be used. Use your talents, your values. Because one day, you may not have that opportunity.

Maybe now you’re an older egg. Well. I can’t turn back the paws of time.

That doesn’t mean you can’t be used. It’s just that your value has changed.

Just like eggshells and older eggs can be added to the soil and compost to help vegetables grow, use your wisdom and your experience to help someone else.

Make the world a better place no matter how long you’ve been in that carton.

Deputy Digby Pancake

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