Friday, December 31, 2010
Food Stains and the Golden Gate
You’ll find them on our clothes. And you’ll especially find them on our aprons. Each of those food stains records a moment where we were engaged with our meal, either in the preparation of it or in the consuming of it. Maybe both. Savoring flavors and enjoying a moment. The best of my moments were those I shared with others. Like when I sometimes bake biscotti with my grandchildren creating a finger licking mess.
For me, the best food stories are like food stains. They make memories that stain the apron of my brain. Memories that mark a moment for me. I call them Mangia Moments.
“Can I have an IPod?”
“Can I have an IPod?” he asks again. This time his face scrunches. He’s asked nicely and no adult has responded. What’s wrong with us?
IPeg your pardon, young man; I’m a little slow.