what my mama gives for dinner
move over apply pie crab cakes, we've got crab roast and no-yeast caviar sandwiches. did you know there's black and red and yellow caviar, too? i didn't know there was yellow. i think it's like the stuff they put on inside out california rolls in fancy restys, called something that starts with an m? i love my mothers food and i've needed its root tastes. today jen and bee forced me to take "wellness" vitamins: stinky horse pills, but i got tequila and strawberries to wash it down with.
yesterday, mom and i made fava beans with garlic relish and tomatoes, and a really russian salad with radishes, green and white onions, and a white olive butter dressing. we also had rice with seaweed. eggplants are called bluies in russian: cinenkiye (pl.)
mom's unemployment got cut off last week. the person who knows the taste of caviar has eaten it off trash can lids in alleyways.
yesterday, mom and i made fava beans with garlic relish and tomatoes, and a really russian salad with radishes, green and white onions, and a white olive butter dressing. we also had rice with seaweed. eggplants are called bluies in russian: cinenkiye (pl.)
mom's unemployment got cut off last week. the person who knows the taste of caviar has eaten it off trash can lids in alleyways.
posted by irreme seshat at 10:52 PM
4 Comments:
I get cravings for food that feels like "home" too, though it is often unrelated to family or any real home. For me it's mostly what I associate with my Ashkenazi heritage -- and even that is limited to what I was fed growing up, from chopped liver to gefilte fish. Since I don't eat meat anymore, the limits are greater. I love when Passover comes and I can chow down on charoset (chopped apples/honey/wine/walnut mixture) and matzoh with horseradish. Doesn't make as much sense the rest of the year, but I get cravings for it annually. My husband the Nordic former-Lutheran even loves it -- though he craves lefse too.
I'm sorry for your mom's financial situation. I hope you and others can help her -- if not with caviar then at least with a safe, stable middleground eating space.
i love gefilte fish! i've been eating seafood but not any other meats for over ten years, and i love it. i call it being "pescan" because that's what a young kung-fu "sister" of mine told me a magazine called it one day, but no one knows this word, so it's not very helpful as a diet discriptor.
helping my mother....i went to nashville with that as my number one goal. i think that is one reason why i felt i had nothing left by the end of that trip. my mother is so amazing, so different from any human being i have ever met! and yet, helping her is such a big job i get swallowed up. and helping with a place, in particular, is a cyclopean thing, i think. but, i'll keep trying in my meager little ways, as i try to take better care of myself, as well. i wish i'd gotten to see you, elyce. you're a breath of fresh wise kind air.
Keep me in mind next time a Nashville visit comes up, as I'll keep you in mind if I head Memphis-ward again soon. Moms are amazing creatures (I hope my son thinks so when he is an adult, too): my mom is a dynamo, a brilliant wonderful woman who sees through cultural miasma and calls it as she sees it. But such a personality can be exhausting. I get little rest around my mom, but I am also energized. Sometimes I'm sorry for folks whose moms don't exhaust them -- they're missing something amazing.
Elyce
elyce, i won't be in memphis (ever again!)--well, that's how i feel at the moment. but i please do keep me in mine whereever i am, at the moment, i think i'll move to nashville when i return from france. and i'm one of those people who loves visitors, though not always of course, you can always stay with me. that's what i mean--i'm one of those people you can just about always stay with. so, moms, i was just thinking and writing a bit about mine--after having spent a horrific time with my dad the last few weeks, i've found an appreciation for my mother like never before. though, i wouldn't expect my kid to appreciate me during the teenage to late twenties years. that's always soooo hard in the parents department, you know the whole differentiation thing. i certainly 've realized that's some of what i was going through. whew, glad that's over! no, actually i think that's never really over. who. i would love to talk with you some time!
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