Wishful Eating
This is my second day for the May NaBloPoMo
Today’s prompt is:
How do you wish you ate if it’s different from your day-to-day realty.
“As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
I am not sure where I am going with this but bear with me because somehow I know it will come out.
Day to day my realty is me being a wife, mom and working in a cubicle counting beans; we all meet one another at the end of our day; we share a meal, a story, a laugh, or a conversation. What follows is an end to that brief time… of taste, connecting, and nurturing. It becomes chaotic of sorts because we all need to prepare for the next thing.
My wish is to slow down; I want those oysters that Earnest Hemingway writes about, taste the sea, and wash it away with the white wine too.
We all work hard…these days more so, we have too. At times, I am worn out, not physically but drained. We are all spread thin, not only the adults the children too.
I work hard and I want to play hard; my wish is to enjoy the moments away from the pressures that make day-to-day reality.
If I could change the way I eat and cook, it would be to create feasts, yes feasts!
Not necessarily, a banquet, nonetheless, an opportunity to celebrate our hard work, to forget the daily pressures, the stress and enjoy what we sow… to simply relish what we are all working so hard for.
Perhaps then we,or I, will lose the empty feeling and begin to be happy and to make plans; as Earnest Hemingway writes in A Moveable Feast.
Mangia, Mangia…No Talk!
If only those precious moments around the table (even the not so precious ones, when kids are in the mood to be unmannerly) could linger. I hate that there is always something else to do.
My wish is to have the time to try more new recipes. I'm stuck in a big fat rut, mostly because the evenings are so busy. I only have a few minutes to make any meals, so I go to the tried and true.
I've had similar feelings–that I should put more effort into making meals an event, even if just once a week. Perhaps my Sunday "day of rest" could be celebrated better with a traditional Sunday dinner.
I think tried and true is expected and OK.. weird that I am saying that right but I've been reflective lately and I am saying that because of my own memories…I remember giggling and feeling happy when of all things witnessed my Aunt Andy and my Mom in the kitchen on a Christmas Eve screaming and laughing because they were trying to prepare eels (the eels were alive) I also remember when I was little i was the passer at the dinner table because I was older and where I sat…pass the salad, pass the bread. I think that showing up is what counts for our family and that we are engaging is what matters. It doesn't matter where if it's at the dinner table, in our backyard, at a restaurant or even at Dunkin Donuts when i allow my kids a latte (decaffeinated)…yup tried and true is good especially if your the mom that makes Peeps Smores…my kids would think your cool!!!!
Thanks for the visit.
But you do make an effort remember the maple syrup LOL! I imagine that our efforts are overshadowed with (guilt? too strong of a word) I think an event can be as simple as eating a watermelon in the yard and allowing the kids to spit out the seeds (don't judge) hey I remember going to the beach with my entire family; parents aunts, uncles, grandparents..in fact its this beach that is not far from where I live now, it had a park and a beach the park had picnic tables and barbecues…do you know how many times we went there without fail either my mom or one of my aunts would make pasta on the barbecue along with homemade sausage and anything else BBQ related…I was mortified why can't we be the family that packs baloney sandwiches or buy at the concession stand…because we're not so now as adults on occasion when we go out to the beach or out east at a winery we too pack a picnic. We are all doing what we can and hopefully they feel it too. ( our love )
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