Last weekend we attended Lebanon’s “Third Annual BBQ Taste-Off“. We were handed a tray to fill and off we went. We walked around to various booths that had Dixie cups full of their own recipe of BBQ pork. The object was to gather as many cups of pork as you wanted, taste test them all and then report back to which one you thought was the best.
Some looked scrumptious. Others not so much. Some was labeled “sweet” or “spicy”. There were some booths too far away to travel to with four kids to make the effort but for the most part it was easily laid out. Matt, Caleb and I all tried our trayful of samplers. Bite after bite we put our choices in good and bad piles. In the end we all reported to each other our top three and we agreed on a winner.
But then I thought that is what it is like when we meet new people. We walk around with our tray and judge others by their appearances and decide only by outer looks if we will even consider them. We want people to come with a warning label that says sweet or spicy (I know I would get the latter.) and choose to not accept them even if it might be a spice we like. We prefer to not even go through the trouble if someone is too far away. Then as we try them we make our piles. A pile of people we want to hang out with and our pile of “no thank you’s”. In the end we have our favorites and if we are lucky we get to marry the one we liked the most. (which is hopefully the one your parents liked the most too.)
But I wonder sometimes…if I would have just tried the BBQ at booth 16 (that didn’t look that good or had the wrong label, or…) Maybe, just maybe, if I would have just given her a try, she could have become a good friend too.
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