Sometimes I really miss my mother. When we were at a restaurant, she used to take joy in reading the menu aloud. "Stuffed shrimp," she'd say, drawing the words out sensuously. "Gazpacho.... veal parmigiana...." She could make a menu from Appleby's sound like the richest of food porn.
Just think what she could have done with your posts. We'd have all been rolling over in the latest stages of a heart attack.
I've spent the past couple of days wishing it were possible to go through the lists item by item, savoring every bite of every dish. Are you familiar with Jon Kabat-Zinn? He's a professor emeritus at Harvard who specializes in bringing Western medicine and Eastern zen and yoga together. I saw him do his "raisin exercise" in which participants take several minutes to eat a raisin, experiencing the texture, smell, taste, memory of the one tiny dried fruit. It's amazing how vivid the experience is. I'm imagining going through the list of posts in that way, truly losing myself in all those glorious tastes and textures. Wonderful!
Reality hasn't been quite as great, though I've had sushi, a BLT, and chocolate brownies, all of which tasted much better the first time. I'm looking forward to a lobster roll Saturday and bagels, lox and cream cheese Sunday. Well, a bite of each.
And they will taste even better because of the company. Cinda and Rob (daughter and son-in-law) fly in tomorrow, and they plus Max, Anya and Miles (son, daughter-in-law and grandson), and Luther and Miriam (brother and sister-in-law) will all be here on Sunday. I checked out the Roger Ebert blog on not eating or speaking in which he said he missed the conversations most. I am so lucky to have this weekend of good food and good conversation coming up.
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Hope you had a fabulous visit with your family :)
Lucie... I'm thinking of you!!!! Love ya bunches! I'll be praying for you tomorrow!!!
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