Monday, July 16, 2007

One Way to Remember

There are all sorts of ways to remember someone who has been a big part of your life. You can remember their humor, their interests, the way they spoke or looked, their favorite movies or books or music. One way to remember them is by what their favorite foods were.
Max had a granddad also named Max. They both loved foods that you enjoyed the most by picking at them. That might sound funny, but not everyone takes the same delight that they did at sitting down to a good picking session over a mess of Chesapeake Bay crabs that had been steamed with Old Bay seasoning. Although I enjoy cooking and baking with walnuts, I don't enjoy taking the time or concentration as they did in picking even the tiniest bit of walnut out of the cracked walnut shells. A related joy for the younger Max was the fun in taking steamed artichokes and picking each leaf off in turn, dipping it in butter, then pulling it through your teeth to extract the artichoke essence.



When we went to Seattle the first time Max was about 8. When we visited Pike Place and saw the great fish market, he talked Sweetie into buying a fresh King crab leg that had come from Alaska. The taste is nothing like frozen King crab legs, especially if you have a good palate like Max did. Being essentially spoiled from then on for anything except fresh, we were always on the lookout for them at fish markets and on restaurant menus. The same was true for lobster, another great opportunity for a picker. If it was fresh and on the menu, we somehow managed to find the funds to order at least one and enjoy the luxury.

When he was 15 Max became interested in cooking. We did a Parmesan cheese tasting one night when we were having pasta. First came the ugly stuff in the green cardboard container, then the already grated cheese sold in small plastic containers at the store, then an imported Argentinian Parmesan type cheese, then the wonderful cheese from Italy stamped with the Parmigiano-Reggiano stamp on the rind. As expected, he was wowed by the Italian cheese and could tell blindfolded which was which. Too soon he got his drivers license and the cooking lessons stopped. Still, on a day like today, eight years since the accident, it's good to remember the fun we had enjoying food in and out of the kitchen.

16 comments:

Deborah said...

It's so great when food brings back such fond memories.

Lis said...

Lovely memories, Elle. Food is so much more than just sustenance. It sounds like he was a great helper in the kitchen. =)

*hugs*
xoxo

Baking Soda said...

Oh Elle, what a beautiful touching story, memories that have grown soft with age trying to embrace the sharp edges. Hugs!

Beth said...

Thinking of you today and sending you much love and many cyber-hugs.

Beth

Elle said...

Deborah, Yes, it is. Thanks for understanding.

Lis, Thanks. It is and he was. xoxo.

Karen, Time does help. Thanks.

Beth, That is especially welcome that it is from you. *hugs* back.

KJ said...

A lovely post. Wishing you all the best.

Kelly-Jane said...

He is still very much with you, I can tell. Big hugs (((())))

KJxx

Cynthia said...

I am send a long, tight, hug.

Peabody said...

Yes, there is such a difference between fresh crab and frozen crab!!

kellypea said...

A very lovely post that made me think of my grandfather and his sandwiches. Isn't it funny -- I went through that same progression with parmesan. I had no choice as my mom still thinks it comes from that green can.

Jerry said...

I tagged you for seven random facts. :)

Kristen said...

What a touching post... I can imagine that no matter what, the pain is still very raw. Thanks for sharing so much with us.

Elle said...

KJ, Thanks!

Kelly-Jane, Yup, always will be. Thanks for the hugs.

Cynthia, Thanks for the super hug!

Peabody, Yes, and you can probably get fresh easily when you are in Seattle downtown.

KellyPea, So glad that this sparked good memories of your grandfather. As far as the Parmesan, it is amazing to me that people still eat the stuff in the green tube.

Jerry,Thanks! I posted on it.

Kristen, You are sweet.

marymaryquitecontrary said...

This blog really touched my heart. I am so sorry you have had this pain in your life. I somehow reached your blog via the website of Kimmiles; whose artistic talent I admire.
I will spend some time reading your blog.

Elle said...

Mary, you have a great blog and it's nice to know a woman from Ireland.

Mimi said...

I found this post so moving. I wish I could have met both Maxes.