A couple of weeks ago Sopheak’s family invited everyone over to eat the first fruits of their corn crop. Sometimes direct translation from Khmer doesn’t carry the same idea in English. I was hoping this would be the case when she invited us to eat “burnt corn.” It wasn’t. The description is accurate in both languages, but the golden/blackened ears drizzled with a green onion sauce made good eatin’. More importantly, it was a good time.
You know, they cooked A LOT of corn, all of which could have been sold. But they love the Lord. They love the brethren. Their priority was to be a blessing.