We returned from our winter home after more than five months in the Great Southwest. I was perturbed and perplexed to find that my two red oven mitts were missing from their longtime perch in the drawer nearest the oven.
Forced to use two rags to get the tray of meatballs out of the oven, I scorched the top of my left hand, already hurting from a day of garden clean-up.
What’s this? How rude! A burglar broke into our home? Ignored the electronics and all other goodies? And made off with my two faithful and only slightly worn red oven mitts?!?
I looked high and low. No mitts. What other explanation could there possibly be? Someone with an oven mitt fetish. . . .
However, it gave me my first chance to buy local and help small businesses at the tail end of this pandemic. I ventured into the Scandinavian store in our small suburban town’s one-street “strip,” and got two new mitts. Not only are they pristine, bright and festive, with a Swedish horse design, but one is left-handed and the other is right-handed – a feature that is a cut above the pair I lost.
Take that, you mitt bandit! †
Ill-gotten treasures have no lasting value,
but righteousness delivers from death.
— Proverbs 10:2
By Susan Darst Williams • 5/13/2020 • www.RadiantBeams.org • © 2020