Monday, March 07, 2005
Memories of yore...
i have a feeling this is going to sound like something out of an old book. but here goes...
as i poured out my chai tea, a couple memories popped into my head. one was of my mom turning her nose at paprika, as if she thought it were a spice used by inexperienced chefs. it was at nothing really, i think somebody told her that the secret to making good cornbread was adding a littl paprika. or something like that. she just acted like "oh yes, that tired old trick. i'm not interested in altering the classics as if i can't make it well any other way." i'm sure she uses paprika. i'm sure she likes it, but that memory just stuck in my head.
another memory as i passed the sink was of doing dishes as the cable repairman came. he was a happy soul and was just enjoying life to the fullest, even though he had to work with electrical wiring in the pouring rain. after he got the problem fixed, he came back in to check the cable and internet. he walked in, took a good whiff, and declared that i must be washing dishes with palmolive. and he said it with such a hearty ol' south accent, too... paaaaaalm mOlive. he said it was his secret for keeping his hands so soft, so i looked down at his hands and mine to see if somehow washing my dishes had made my hands softer instead of drier. he let out a hearty laugh and said he was just teasing, he didn't know what effect it hand on skin.
lovely memories. but now, my blanket has gotten lonely...
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