Almost caught the sick on Eve. With bedrest and curried soup, the 25k on Christmas morning with Ber was possible. Post run, coffee with Baileys nuzzled into soft dog fur clipped close, a hot shower, and more most best rest.
Bill’s in the kitchen by the two-oven’r checking the ham.
“How is it we did so much laughing? How is it people came over with their empty pockets and bad backs and not so good marriages and twenty minutes later we’re all laughing?”
I heard her talk about the service, speaking to a daughter or a grandchild, and understood the significance of it. “It meant, This is serious so pay attention. It was a special summons, a call to family duty. The pleasure, yes, of familiar food, the whole history of food, the history of eating, the garlicky smack and tang. But there was also a duty, a requirement. The family requires the presence of every member tonight. Because the family was an art…and the dinner table was the place it found expression.”
They said, “The casseroles are done.”
They said, “I’m not going to be the first to dish up.”
So I did - on the crispy-skinned ham, a blanket of canned, jellied cranberry. A second plate. Cab Sauv from his son’s, homemade; a plate of every cookie: lemon bar, crispy treat coated in peanut butter chocolate, pie rinds & ginger snaps. Why can’t I stop?
“We had too many whores devours.”
“Hors d’oeuvres?”
“Yeah – horses ovaries.”
“How is it we did so much laughing? How is it people came over with their empty pockets and bad backs and not so good marriages and twenty minutes later we’re all laughing?”
I heard her talk about the service, speaking to a daughter or a grandchild, and understood the significance of it. “It meant, This is serious so pay attention. It was a special summons, a call to family duty. The pleasure, yes, of familiar food, the whole history of food, the history of eating, the garlicky smack and tang. But there was also a duty, a requirement. The family requires the presence of every member tonight. Because the family was an art…and the dinner table was the place it found expression.”
They said, “The casseroles are done.”
They said, “I’m not going to be the first to dish up.”
So I did - on the crispy-skinned ham, a blanket of canned, jellied cranberry. A second plate. Cab Sauv from his son’s, homemade; a plate of every cookie: lemon bar, crispy treat coated in peanut butter chocolate, pie rinds & ginger snaps. Why can’t I stop?
“We had too many whores devours.”
“Hors d’oeuvres?”
“Yeah – horses ovaries.”
Inspiration & quotes pulled from Underworld by Don Delillo and family conversation over Christmas dinner, 2014.
No comments:
Post a Comment