Food Thoughts
"The special tonight is salmon," our waitress told us.
"Sammon," Miles repeated. "Like sammon says touch your head, sammon says, hop on one foot?"
There is a river that we pass on the way to the beach. We note its state all year round: frozen in winter, crackly in spring, and now marshy in summer. "How it turn ice?" Miles asked the other morning. I know little about the molecular structure of things so I tried to keep it simple. "When it gets so cold out, the water turns solid."
Salad? Miles questioned.
After a long day at the shore, we tromped by a family getting out of a car with Quebec plates. Miles and Charlie were sucking on watermelon slices. "C'est bon?" asked the matriarch, inquiring about the fruit or maybe our day in the surf. "Oui-oui-oui," I called to her.
As I dusted the sand off Miles' feet, he asked,
"Why dat lady speaking spinach?"
3 comments:
Food thought reminded me that when I was little I couldn't tell "spirit" from "Asparagus" when people talked about the dead being spirits in Heaven, I imagined floating bunches of asparagus with their faces on it! This included my Dad who I lost as a toddler but always felt his asparagus following me!
omg! great share!
I still cringe when I think of the time I was 9 (?)and confused venison, venom, and semen. Dinnertime, kitchen table. my sister Jeanie and my mom were drinking coffee. It had to have been someone's night-time birthday party. I remember Jean trying to set me straight.
Sorry about losing your dad at such a young age.
Your asparagus images are happily haunting me.
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