If It Looks Like A Carmel.........

I have a confession to make. When I was a little girl I had a bit of a sweet tooth. Well if I were to be completely honest, it was more than a bit and I may have retained some of it into womanhood, (wink, wink). I remember when I was little Grandma worked at the Willy Wonka candy factory and her one and only perk of working there was the big brown grocery bags full of candy bars she brought home because they didn't make it past quality control. Quite regularly these oversized bags of candy made their way to our house where Mother would store them in the basement refrigerator. As memory serves me I don't recall us having any limits on just how often we could visit the candy section of the basement on any given day, but I will assume that by today's societal standards both Mother and Grandma would be guilty of child abuse.

One of my very favorite candies of all were Brach's Chocolate Carmels. They were wrapped in red foil and full of chewy goodness. Once when I was probably around eight or nine I was visiting my Grandma. We were busy doing something in the kitchen when she had to use the rest room. While she was gone I busied myself looking around when something laying on the far end of the counter caught my eye. It was red and shiny and shaped like a cube. Oh could it be one of those delicious little pieces of chewy, chocolately goodness! I picked it to investigate and while it felt a bit hard, my closer inspection confirmed it was in fact what I hoped it was. I just knew Grandma would want me to have that piece of candy so I picked it up, unwrapped it and popped it into my mouth anticipating how delicious it would be. Initially it felt a bit funny in my mouth but I bit down on it anyway and when I did I got the shock of my young life. Instead of the treat I was expecting I had the most horrible, disgusting, salty taste in my mouth I had ever experienced.

I immediately ran to the trash can and spit it. I had no idea what was going on. Was that Grandma's idea of a joke? Was she trying to poison her oldest granddaughter? Or quite possibly did I eat something I wasn't supposed to eat? Hmmmm. Just to be on the safe side, I decided it best not to mention this unfortunate event to Grandma. And I never did. It wasn't until years later I figured out what that little red cube was. In case you haven't guessed it was a beef bouillon cube. Ok, go ahead and laugh.

Oh there are so many lessons I have learned over the years from that story, however I think the biggest thing I have learned is just because something looks good on the outside doesn't mean it is good on the inside. The Bible tells us in 1 Samuel 16:7 KJV "for the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart". I wonder how many times in my life I missed something truly special, something that could have been a real blessing to me simply because I judged it on appearance. By the same token how many times have I assumed something was really good because how what it looked like only to be disappointed in the end because it wasn't what it appeared to be.

Until we meet here again, I pray God bless you and keep your family safe.