Ladies, I think we’ve finally learned the secret of getting our men to do the dishes for us. Pay close attention as author Christine Lindsay explains~~~
You’ve heard of “Duck Dynasty.” Well, how about “Ducky Beginnings”? Or…”how Dave and Christine’s love affair began”?
Way back in 1980, the January snows were blowing, and I was one desperate young woman, hunting for a husband.
To clarify, I was praying for a nice Christian man to be my legally married partner in life. Not some guy with lean good looks and a line that would only end up breaking my heart. Goodness, I’d dated enough of them, and the Lord was fed up with my poor choices. Thankfully my Heavenly Father took pity on me.
David and I met while he was a full-time student at Bible college and I was taking a night course on the Book of Acts. Over the weeks we got to know each other, had coffee a few times, and then I felt the time had come to invite him over to my apartment for dinner—dinner that would show him what great wife material I was.
I chose to cook a duck.
Never cooked a duck before. I’d only ever eaten duck once in my life, and thought it a rather greasy chicken.
I can’t even remember now if someone had given me that duck. Must have been. I’d never have gone out to the store to purchase one. I certainly didn’t shoot it and bring it home to pluck.
But for the first (and possibly last meal) that I cooked for David, I served that duck. Surprisingly the thing turned out all right. David still talks about it thirty-three years and three children later.
He also talks about how nervous I was as I set the table, dropped not one but two glasses, breaking them. And again while I was washing the dishes, I cracked a few more glasses on the faucet. My husband-to-be thought I was a pretty good cook that event, but not such a great dishwasher.
Since that eventful dinner date, we’ve never eaten duck again. No need to.
I got my man that night. Duck season ended and our marriage started soon after. Even since then we’ve shared the cooking, but he tends to do the dishes more frequently than I do.
Christine Lindsay was born in Ireland, and is proud of the fact that she was once patted on the head by Prince Philip when she was a baby. Her great grandfather, and her grandfather—yes father and son—were both riveters on the building of the Titanic. Tongue in cheek, Christine states that as a family they accept no responsibility for the sinking of that great ship.
It was stories of her ancestors who served in the British Cavalry in Colonial India that inspired her historical series Twilight of the British Raj of which Book 1 Shadowed in Silk has won several awards. Book 2 Captured by Moonlight is so far a finalist in the 2013 Readers’ Favorite Award. Christine is currently writing the final installment of that series called Veiled at Midnight to be released August 2014.
Coming out February 2014 is Londonderry Dreaming, a romance set in Londonderry Northern Ireland.
Her most recent release is a short Christmas story, Heavenly Haven, available as an Ebook.
Christine makes her home in British Columbia, on the west coast of Canada with her husband and their grown-up family. Her cat Scottie is chief editor on all her books.
Please drop by Christine’s blog site www.christinelindsay.org or follow her on Twitter and be her friend on Pinterest and Facebook.
We can always be thankful that God has the controls, and succeeds in His plans in spite of our feeble and fallible efforts. At least the food was edible, even if you may not have had many glasses – or dishes left. Thank you for sharing your story, Christine. I love to hear, how we got together stories.