Genesis 11

Flour is amazing stuff.
Add it to water and you make glue.
Add some yeast and you make bread.
Add it to milk and butter, you make scones.
Add an egg to that and you can make pancakes.
Throw in some sugar and cocoa and you make a cake.
Now that is probably all wrong from a baker's view.
Maybe even a cook would shake his head.
I quibble, but I have no idea how that makes a difference.
And I must admit to asking Donna questions.
She must be thinking why I'm asking.
She is.
"What ARE you doing?"
It's not that cooking is a passion of mine.
I can cook basic meat and veges.
I'm renowned for my cheesy potato-bake.
But flour.
Really finely smashed up wheat.
Something so simple.
And plain.
Intrigues me.
Well today anyway.

Genesis 11
The tower of Babel.
The story of an idea that gets taken too far.
From "Let's make a city and a tower."
To "Let's make our tower reach the heavens and make a name for ourselves."
Ego takes over with disastrous consequences.
As usual where ego is involved.

I keep looking at verse 29 and trying to work out if Nahor married the daughter of his brother.
I think so.

I'm concerned about my blog.
I think it's becoming or is still a bit dull.
People say that blogs are reflective of their authors.
Well actually I said that.
But if I did, there must be someone else who would have.
And where does that leave me with a dull blog?

I was hoping not not get formulaic but it would appear I have lapsed into a routine.
That annoys me.
I will need to give this considerable thought.
And make adjustments.
Spontaneity takes so much planning!