OYSTER STEW SOLUTION
In her delightful book, First We Have Coffee, Margaret Jensen tells about growing up with Scandinavian immigrant parents in the pastoral ministry early in this century in the mid-northwest. Her Papa had one answer for every problem, Mama and God. No problem was too big or small for her and her God. There was that Wednesday service after which the visiting speaker came home to spend the night. While we girls were setting out our floor pallets, Mama asked the gentle white-haired Pastor Anderson what he would like to eat before retiring. “Oyster stew,” he announced confidently. We gasped! No one had seen an oyster in our house, much less eaten one. Without flinching, Mama went to the kitchen and toasted her homemade bread, cut pieces in small squares, and poured scalded milk over the toast. Seasoned with salt, pepper, and butter, she placed a china bowl full of her “oyster stew” before the elderly guest. “This is the best oyster…
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