“My Mother’s Oil”

I dropped my mother’s bottle of anise oil this morning……..It was a vintage bottle, from the 40’s or 50’s ……. my mom didn’t bake often.   She was an excellent baker, but only baked for holidays.  That anise oil was potent stuff, just a drop or two flavored her biscotti.

She died a very long time ago…….I took two things from her pantry …….a jar of lentils and that anise oil, where they both sat in my cabinet……until this morning.  The glass bottle dropped, but did not break.   The brittle top did and most of the oil flew out.

My mother’s biscotti spread across my kitchen floor with that oil…….The smell of her cookies lingers in my kitchen and on my cabinet where the oil soaked the wood.

Funny, the things we try to keep…….things evaporate to air and dust…….

I felt my mother’s presence this week……I wrote about her yesterday.  Perhaps she didn’t want the bottle sealed in my cabinet now…….her death anniversary approaches soon.  Perhaps she wanted to fill my kitchen with her biscotti again…..

The empty bottle still sits next to my jar of lentils……..The oil residue will scent my cabinet for a while, lingering until it evaporates in the air………and on this anniversary of her death, the smell of her biscotti will linger for a time…………………….

 

mom

 

 

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“So Much More than a Tomato”

Yesterday, I went to a farmers’ market and purchased my first Jersey tomatoes of the summer.   Growing up with a Sicilian mom, the first thing one does with a Jersey tomato is make a tomato, egg, and onion lunch.   I write of this recipe in my book about growing up Italian in New Jersey when going to the store meant at least five different stops, not to just the huge supermarket of today.

A Jersey tomato was the impetus for my writing my heritage book.   I don’t make the dish often….usually, just once or twice a summer.   As I stand at the stove, I can feel my mother’s hands making that dish.   And now I make it for my own daughter,  hoping one day my hands will touch her in spirit.

Food is a powerful thing, especially in Italian families.   We remember the foods our mother made.   If we are lucky, she is still making them.  Some of us now make them ourselves….they taste almost the same, but never quite as good.   Memories are always more delicious somehow.

Growing a garden is hard work….it takes nurturing and time and diligence to reap a delcious harvest…..growing a family is much the same.  Jersey tomatoes bring back gardens and families for me………

Here is my Italian book…..filled with many more stories and memories….All will laugh and enjoy the stories…….and if you happen to be a Jersey girl or guy…..you will ♥ it.

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“How Many Germs Would You Say……..”

Trader Joe’s was crowded today……you could hardly walk down the produce aisle without bumping into someone.  A woman had her toddler in the shopping cart.  She dropped a cherry on the floor.   It didn’t just drop…….it rolled…..It was like a snowball in an avalanche, building layers of germs on the move….

The woman picked it up……..looked at it…….then gave it to her toddler.   Where do I begin?   My mind wandered like that cherry across the floor…….across the filthy parking lot…….across the shoe bottoms of each of those shoppers……

Did that woman observe the 10 second rule in her house…….in a store, I think that rule should be cut off mid air……Either you catch it or that’s it…….Did she think it’s only the germs you can see that can hurt you….It still looked like a cherry, it didn’t have germy tentacles and spikes growing over it…….so I guess it was okay……..

And a cherry…….I think I started giving my kids cherries with pits when they graduated elementary school…….all right, maybe I am exaggerating a bit………But a toddler? A cherry and its pit?………Never.

I try to buy only organic cherries……even those I wash and wash to make sure they are clean.   If not organic….even more scrutiny at the sink.

Maybe that child will have the immune system of bionic woman……I sure hope so…you have to eat a pound of dirt the adage says……or a Trader Joe cherry that rolls across the floor……………..three

Shirl

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“Sometimes, you need to get away for a few moments, but your mom heart calls you back”

Adventures at my farmhouse this morning  ♥

After yesterday’s drama, I needed a ☺ and the animals answered my call……….Be sure to watch the first video until the very end.

Upon further “investigation” of these videos, I now think this was a wayward child on the escape, who was called back to mom……..☺…….not as my title suggests……..

 

 

 

 

Blessings,

Shirl

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“We Must Find the Right Way”

Yesterday, I posted my thoughts about the Trump Baby Blimp over London.

If you support him or not…….I don’t feel this is correct….In times of war, these countries looked to us …… looked to the men who flew aircraft over to save their lives………flying this over to me is a sign of disrepect to our nation, to those who gave their lives, to our Presidency….an office which this man now holds……whether you like him or not……
And please, I don’t want political posts on how you love or hate Trump…..if you clearly read my post, you will know my intent.
You can disapprove of war, but respect the soldiers.
You can disapprove of those in office, but still hold respect for the country.
Just my thoughts…….and I dearly love England.
Once again……..this is NOT about liking or hating Trump.

I got a storm of comments…….some supportive, and then the hateful conversation amongst readers began.

One reader wrote me, and I am sincerely grateful for her words…..Thank you Shirl, for these comments. If only everyone else could have your balanced view …

I began to ponder those words…..how does one obtain a balanced view?   I think it stems from childhood.   I grew up the next town over from Newark NJ, during its worst riots.   Tanks and Army Jeeps rolled by my block.  My dad was a cop….he worked the riots each night.   As a child, I sensed the pervasive fear amongst neighbors…..worrying if that mile or so stretch of calm that separated our suburban homes would soon ignite in fire.

As an adult, I came to understand how generations of frustration and oppression take their toll.  But I also realized that frustration and oppression can be spoken in the right way or the wrong way.   I see the anger and bullying mentality of my world today.   As a kid, I was bullied…..responding bullying with bullying is no answer….those kids so frustrated with bullying today that lash out with weapons upon schoolmates are like those looters and fire igniters in the street.

I am fortunate to live in a country of free speech…..yes, you have the right to put up a Trump rooster across from the White House or dress yourself up as a vagina……..but does that right make what you do the right thing……..

I don’t have the answers…..To this day, I remember friends who turned away from me and wouldn’t give me the time of day because my skin was a different color…..I see friends become “unfriends” on social media because one says something nice or one says something ridiculing a President…….

I just feel a blimp flying overhead is not a vagina clad woman or a rooster on a patch of grass…….flying overhead represents the country….the people, the respect one gives to another country, in good times or bad.

Thanks,

Shirl

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“Fruitcake and Lentils”

Little Prince Louis had his christening ceremony and guests were served tea and the original wedding  fruitcake….now seven years old.

The original creation, weighed 220 lbs…..It has been frozen and saved for each of their children’s christening ceremonies.

Fruitcake is one of those wondrous creations…..if stored properly, it can last longer than most marriages……I have been known to save containers of citron in my fridge for well…….let’s say older than the Royal couple’s elder “creations”………..  

Who really knows what citron is……..I just think it’s delicious.   I know most people gag at the sound of the word fruitcake……..I love it.

Maybe like fine wine, a seven year old citron filled fruitcake is even more delicious……Did you know jars of lentils from the Pharaohs’ tombs still sprouted when unearthed ……

That’s it……on my journey, send me off with a jar of lentils and a fruitcake…..I’ll be good.☺

 

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“It’s Summer Olympics at my Farmhouse”

There’s a scurry of activity at my farmhouse…….rivaling the soccer match.

It’s Summer Olympics…….

As you see here……chipmunk is taking the high jump……

Rabbit has no match for the 100 yard dash……..

And groundhog is master of the shot put (a.k.a. shrubbery) Look on the lower right hand corner of the screen….he attacks his practice session with gusto, as you see   ☺

 

 

 

 

 

Sunrays On Porch Side 1

Shirl

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