| While serving in the Breton coastal town of Brest, one of the elders in her district had let it slip that his birthday was coming up while in the presence of a member. The member, of course, insisted on knowing what he'd really like for his birthday (within reason). Well, this particular elder, who was Belgian and a fine cook in his own right, suggested that what he'd really like was to cook a fine meal for the missionaries and for this member's family, considering that on his limited budget that fine cuisine had been out of his reach for a while. The member agreed to buy the food and they set a time that the family and the district could meet together and share the meal.
The night of the dinner came. Being Belgian, the elder chose to fix the stereotypical, quintessential Belgian dish "les moûles et les frites" or "mussels and fries". The family and the district gathered at the table and dug in. Conversation flowed freely, and everyone complimented the elder on just how good everything tasted, especially the sauce. Soon, the sisters began to pester him for the recipe. "Well, there's the juice from the mussels...flour...some spices...and some other stuff," he hesitated. "That's all?" the sisters asked, "but it's sooo good."
Finally, the member blurted out, "Well, it ought to be good--he put three liters of wine in!" "THREE LITERS?!" the missionaries gasped incredulously. One got up the courage to ask, "And how long did you cook it?" "About ten minutes."
The district was of course, if not drunk, sufficiently buzzed. The sisters went home that night and tried to pray for forgiveness, but were too torn between laughing giddily and crying lamentably to get very far. :-) Submitted anonymously to the former site |
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