Friday Writings #80 at Poets and Storytellers United
i never wear an apron
like you did
don't shell peas
don't grind coffee beans by hand
or make fresh mayonnaise
anymore
i still marinate my own olives
remove all the stalk from the parsley
flatten the garlic with my hands
make all your recipes
and remember how to test a mango for sweetness
still use your battered little red saucepan
and i always have a cactus on the kitchen window sill
just like yours to remind myself of what it is like to have known
a truly generous selfless and loving human being
miss you darling
I so enjoyed this heartfelt piece of writing and the artistically rendered image at the top, perhaps the reason behind your thoughtful words.
ReplyDeleteLovely! What wonderful warm memories – unique to you, and yet I can relate. I think few of us keep our kitchens exactly as our Nanas did, yet some things linger. (I don't do those things with olives and garlic, but I do remove all the stalk from a parsley – and I do wear an apron.)
ReplyDeleteRall, you mirrored so many of my grandmother's and my lives, especially when it comes to 'kitchen talk.' Dear me, I miss her so.
ReplyDeleteThere are so many ways the ones we love write themselves into the small spaces of our days--and thank goodness for that.
ReplyDeleteI like your list, mostly different than mine. Other stuff, same vein. Did shell the peas. Life got better when Mom got a crank pea sheller.
ReplyDelete..