Spiced Nuts
I don't know where the recipe
began. The flavor, though,
harkens back to Christmases
far back, before marriages
and children. Before
the complications of adulthood
and independence. Before
the sorrows of Alzheimer's
and death. There are lines
across time, beyond the tug
of elections and fashion,
beyond the turbulence of history
and whatever zeitgeist
prowls the season. So it is
that the recipe in the hands
of one competent, but not
the mother, resonates through
the fog and mystery of time
to capture something lost
and found again through
the grace of recipes and ovens.
began. The flavor, though,
harkens back to Christmases
far back, before marriages
and children. Before
the complications of adulthood
and independence. Before
the sorrows of Alzheimer's
and death. There are lines
across time, beyond the tug
of elections and fashion,
beyond the turbulence of history
and whatever zeitgeist
prowls the season. So it is
that the recipe in the hands
of one competent, but not
the mother, resonates through
the fog and mystery of time
to capture something lost
and found again through
the grace of recipes and ovens.
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The powers of food
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Tastes and smells are time transporters. I like this a lot.
Thank you, Matt.
What Mathew said, and "Christmases far back..."*
Thank you, Tim.
I agree with the above (tastes and smells) - and I think we read this with a song in our head the second time round. Nice piece indeed.
Thank you, Neil.
I had similar thoughts Gary making old family Christmas pastries. *
Thank you, Daniel.
Awakened the senses.
Thank you, Kitty.
Sweet but not cloying.
Thank you, Steve.
... the grace of recipes and ovens
*
Thank you, Ray.