Giving THANX

by Torry Martin

Dear B. Log,

Bradford and Ulily Mae invited me to join them for their first Thanksgiving as a married couple. Such a special occasion demanded an extra-special dish, so I volunteered to bring dessert. I decided to make something new, something bold, something . . . licorice.

Thankfully, my semi-annual bulk order had just arrived. As I stared at 75 pounds of vines, ropes and chewy twists, I thought about all sorts of amazing new licorice recipes. I had seven days to create a dish that was truly worthy of Thanksgiving, and I couldn’t wait to get started.

Unfortunately, cooking with licorice isn’t as easy as I thought. I tried licorice cake (too sticky), licorice doughnuts (too stringy), licorice Jell-O (too chewy) and even licorice flambe (too dangerous!). Before I knew it, I had used up 74 pounds of my specially ordered licorice, and all I had to show for it was a messy kitchen.

Thanksgiving morning dawned, and I only had 12 pieces of licorice left. I thought about bringing my favorite dessert—licorice splits—but Bradford is lactose intolerant (and the nearest dairy-free cow lives in Odenton). There wasn’t enough candy left for even one more ruined recipe. I felt flatter than my licorice pancakes, which admittedly wasn’t very hard to do (too lumpy).

All I had wanted was to make a nice dessert for Bradford and Ulily Mae so I could show them how thankful I was for their friendship. And I had failed. I plopped down in my rocking barrel chair, feeling utterly licorice-whipped.

That’s when my dog, Sam, brought a Bible and dropped it in my lap. He does that whenever I look troubled or discouraged, which is why I bought a waterproof edition. The first time he fetched my old Bible, he drooled all the way to 2 Chronicles!

After wiping off the cover, I said a quick prayer. I thanked God for my friends and asked Him to help me overcome my dessert despair. Then I turned to 1 Thessalonians 5:18—“Give thanks in everything, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.”

I couldn’t believe it. God had literally spelled it out for me. He didn’t want a fancy dessert. He wanted me to give thanks. I grabbed my best dessert platter and the remaining licorice. I had to break a few pieces in half, but by the time I was done, it looked perfect: fresh, chewy licorice arranged to spell out the word THANX.

If computers celebrate Thanksgiving, B. Log, I hope you enjoy it. We should all take time to thank God for His incredible gifts.

This article first appeared in the November 2012 issue of Clubhouse magazine. Copyright © 2012 by Torry Martin. Used by permission. Illustration © Gary Locke.