Jesus in My Gravy

Well, not my gravy, someone else’s Hungry-Man. (1LB?! Are you supposed to eat it or curl it?)

The meal was oven cooked at 350 degrees for 35 minutes and was ready to be eaten. The gravy parted and an image of Jesus appeared. After shock and amazement set in, the meal was immediately frozen and eventually shipped to us. Along with our member, we plan on donating the proceeds to charity.

Follow the link. Can you see the Lord in the Shroud of Salisbury Steak? I can’t. Oh well. I had really hoped for an epiphany. I suppose I can wait until Easter Morning.


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