The bakery wasn’t all that far away, just all the way down the hill and only a quarter of the way through town. I was quite mature now, (almost 6) so I was sent to fetch our loaf of bread. With this loaf, my mother made my father’s daily work sandwiches, and when it got…
Little Andie. Konini street. Juliska: Prima Ballerina of the kitchen.
The bread is dense and soft, while at the same time, strong enough to support the pile of scrambled eggs, now glistening with drippings, ready to eat. I marvel at how her eggs never get dry, they never get hard, and they stay soft and moist, no matter how long they sit on your plate.
My Vision for Education
It does not need to be in a classroom:
Independent study can be solitary, but other subjects that need feedback from peers should be in a fluid warm environment, with not too many participants, so all can have their voice.
Apprenticeship will be highly valued, the teacher earning the utmost respect for teaching and guiding those under their care.
“Milkshake” the chicken
Sometimes we rode out on my tricycle, she didn’t mind it. She was getting used to me and would come running to me as soon as she saw me walking towards the coops.
Wheat, poppies, body, and soul.
I am slowing down so I can appreciate the food before me. The food that grows for me outside, and the food brought to me by the labors of many other souls. To feel the enormity of what actually is behind every ingredient I’m working with. The salt flats, the transport, the farmer and fisherman. The people in the factories. The support network for those people. All the centuries of people who learned and taught how to use herbs and spices.
Abraham’s book shop
So engrossed was he in the game, he didn’t acknowledge anyone who walked in. No “welcome to abraham’s” in a robotic stupid voice, however he knew when you were hovering close, to pay for something you found in the tight stacks, which grew from floor to ceiling in the rear of the shop. It was a shop not a store, because it was small, about the size of a double garage in the 1960’s. It smelled of dust, old paper and coffee. The fresh coffee was bitter, but the books absorbed the acrid hard edge of those odours, so now it was a mellow smell, like old cigars and sugar. It was the smell of timelessness.
Grief situations, my way
Today my beautiful dog passed away. She is still laying here next to me as I type. My Husband wanted to cover her, but I couldn’t stand that. I need to talk to her, and see her, and pretend she is only sleeping next to me. I know her soul has fled, I saw it go the moment it happened.
Aranylgaluska: Hungarian Tradition, or Monkey bread: An American Institution.
Sweet little dough balls, dairy rich and coated with butter, rolled in a sugar bath, then coming to rest nestled together in a tight, sweet swaddling surround, then let alone to rise.
Aranygaluska, also called golden dumpling cake, butter puffs, and monkey bread, has been extolled by Jewish immigrants from Hungary for years.
Babies do remember..
What does a baby absorb and remember? I believe a lot more than we realise, but not in the way it’s easily retrievable. I have come to think that every minute of a baby’s life is imprinted with every word, sound, smell, emotion, taste of its own, it’s family and its surroundings.