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Jun. 9th, 2005 03:20 pmAm re-watching Gross Pointe Blank whilst prepping ingredients for a Lime Pie. I've had a funny few minutes reminiscing about my grandmother (on my mother's side) whilst chopping limes--was suddenly struck by memories of slicing limes with her in her tiny, cramped kitchen. And then a memory of preparing a mango for her, when arthritis completely crippled her hands; slicing it up into thin slivers, arranging them on a platter, then carefully squeezing a juicy lime over the whole thing. Each slice receiving extra verve and zing. A bittersweet memory. She died less than a year after that.
I suspect this is why I don't venture into Caribbean cooking very often. I'd have to think about my mother, her mother, and then spend time wondering just what made them turn out the way they did. Both have good qualities, but more often than not... they're complete bitches. Will my limes go mouldy if I speak ill of the dead? Best use them quickly....
Still. The memory of sun-warmed limes fresh from the tree, a cramped kitchen, and a perfect pitcher of lemonade will stay with me for many years to come.
I suspect this is why I don't venture into Caribbean cooking very often. I'd have to think about my mother, her mother, and then spend time wondering just what made them turn out the way they did. Both have good qualities, but more often than not... they're complete bitches. Will my limes go mouldy if I speak ill of the dead? Best use them quickly....
Still. The memory of sun-warmed limes fresh from the tree, a cramped kitchen, and a perfect pitcher of lemonade will stay with me for many years to come.
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-09 03:46 pm (UTC)I just realised that I don't have a pie slice... removing the pie from the pie plate shall be an adventure!
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Date: 2005-06-09 02:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-09 04:57 pm (UTC)I've never had a decent mango outside of the West Indies *sigh*
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Date: 2005-06-09 07:39 pm (UTC)A while ago I bought a jar of quince jelly for no particular reason. When I opened it at home I was overwhelmed with memories of my grandfather (my mother's father). He was one of the most warm-hearted people I ever knew. The smell of quince jelly reminded me of him because there was a quince tree in his garden and my grandmother used to make jelly of them. I loved the jelly, but didn't know how sour quinces are. One day, when I was about seven or so, he picked one of the quinces, cut it in half and gave me one part so I could taste it. All those memories and the love I had for him came back to me in that moment when I opened that jar of quince jelly.
He died in the late eighties after having suffered from Alzheimer's for many years.
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Date: 2005-06-09 09:07 pm (UTC)Amazing how food brings back memories, isn't it?
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Date: 2005-06-09 11:33 pm (UTC)I've always wanted to say something like that to someone IRL just to see their reaction. Also on my list of freaky things to say are:
When someone asks me a difficult technical question: Let me just consult the bones.
I've always wanted to say something like that to someone IRL just to see their reaction. Also on my list of freaky things to say are:
When someone asks me a difficult technical question: Let me just consult the bones. <gets a packet of chicken bones out, throws them on the floor and starts to read them>
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Date: 2005-06-10 12:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-10 12:46 am (UTC)And you should definitely throw the, "I'm a contract killer" line into conversation sometime. Perhaps a MUDmeet, with a brand-new gullible creator? Why does my mind drift to Saist? :P (Even though he's an old-timer now.)