"...and in the morning there was a layer of dew around the camp. When the dew was gone, thin flakes like frost on the ground appeared on the desert floor. When the Israelites saw it, they said to each other, 'What is it?' For they did not know what it was."The people of Israel called the bread Manna. [Manna means What is it?] It was white like coriander seed and tasted like wafers made with honey." [Exodus 16:31]
There is nothing better than a good hot slice of Mariana's homemade bread slathered with butter and perhaps a dab of good preserves. I remember a Thanksgiving when I was kid. It was at my Grandma and Grandpa Eddy's house. Grandma had cooked the traditional Eddy feast -- turkey and ham and mashed potatoes and gravy, lima beans and green beans and some kind of cold cucumber salad, dressing and, of course, Grandma's homemade bread. Maybe I even helped her knead those yeast rolls. I did that with her as a kid and I've written about it. There it was all spread over the table. But this particular my father and mother where sick with the flu and in bed. They couldn't come to the table. So Grandpa and Grandma and I were the only three at the there. We sat down and Grandpa said the blessing over all that food. And all I wanted...and all I ate...that day was buttered yeast rolls with jam.
I want to taste Manna.
This Biblical version of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter or Gee, Your Hair Smells Terrific. They called it: What Is It?
"Do we have anymore of that What Is It left?"
"Pass the What Is It, will you please?"
"Hey, we're down to the last half omer of What Is it. Pick up some more in the morning, ok?"
"What, What Is It again? We had that yesterday and the day before yesterday and the day before that! You know what I'd die for? Just one slice of ham. Bet it would taste good with the What Is It."
I want to taste Manna. Lord, pass the Manna, will You?
My post from last year on this day.
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