We don’t get to see each other every day or even every week. You’d think when we did get together we’d spend the whole time catching up, talking, reconnecting. Which we do. But really, everything is organized around the food. We’ll head to the village on our first morning to stock up on fish…
I read about someone researching funeral foods in different cultures. She interviewed a Latino couple, who recalled “emotion cookies” from their childhoods. Almond-flavoured cookies, each with a differently flavoured topping: orange peel, cinnamon. As this researcher discovered: “You sit down with a cup of hot chocolate and you choose a cookie with a topping…
Something was not quite right. There were yellow and green zucchinni squash at the farmers’ market that day. There were huge dusty bunches of basil, and rusty-hued bouquets of autumn flowers. Cabbages, check. Pears, apples, carrots, and late peaches, check, check, check. But there was a missing colour. Red. Tomato red, to be exact….