The 18th century plate, that is worth a whole lot more than fifty cents, is going to sail across the grand blue, reside in a new country, and create new memories around a table.
Thank you for sharing your stories, and memories with me. For bringing up a wide range of emotion; full flavored, delicious bites, stirring up personal history, and for telling me tidbits of your childhood. Certainly, the best comments in the blogdom are on Tongue In Cheek ! You amaze me !
If you took a peek into the comments yesterday you read about :
-Patti’s food fight with her brother, and her punishment to eat with chopsticks.
-Constance's secret for failed cake/ brownie deluxe.
-Tasted the secret ingredient of Sunday family dinners.
-Laughed, and shook your head in agreement, then wondered who amongst us came from the largest family!
Also I enjoyed:
-Sitting with Rosemary's family at the ping pong table, -and with Tamisha under her Moroccan tent, and with many of you, who as children couldn't leave the table until you finished everything on plate. (Once as a child, I spent the night under the table, and had my plate waiting for me at breakfast!)
-Who has had Tator Tot Casserole other than Jill?
Or a dad, like Linda, who could toss pancakes right on to you plate?
Or has a tradition like Floss with Christmas Pudding?
…and who other than Di likes Pig Trotters? What is that anyway?
How many of us wished we had gathered, those long lost recipes of our childhood, or could have our Grandmother's make homemade yeast rolls, one more time?
Thank you Cath for this…"It's
never the food that makes a meal perfect, it's always the company. A
perfect plate of food eaten with an enemy will never taste as sweet as
a strawberry eaten with your love."
I also loved this, "The dining moment – that morsel of time after grace has been given and
plates are filled and first and second bites have been taken and then,
suddenly, a hush fills the air, almost imperceptible, and all that is
heard is the sound of pleasure in eating. It is fleeting. It lasts
merely moments, but, it is there, palpable, a gift for the cook." by Penny.
-If you haven't read Beachy's Polish tradition… well, you must! Another tradition you cannot miss out on is Elainey's!
-By the way who does like lima beans?
-Bravo Sheala who is gathering four generations for a family feast.
-Bravo for Lorrie's table, and its long trail of happiness.
-And Paula! I loved the story you shared about your grandmother, burnt toast, and rosy cheeks!
-Do you read the poetry? Check out Kristy's love poem. I tell you, you guys are the best!
-What I enjoy is knowing more about you and how we are all connected, how each comment connects me to you, and how are memories dance around, tumble and turn, and rejoice in one another's memoires of living.
The name out of the bowl for the 18th century plate is: Ariane. (Your story was wonderful as well!)
Thank you, each and everyone of you for sharing your stories with me.
Pauline your poem is perfect to end this post:
If a plate could speak
or a fork or a cup
they'd tell us tales
of who came to sup
or feast at noon
on bread and meat
or break the fast
from a night of sleep
think of the stories
these objects keep!
(For more interesting and worthy reading check out yesterday's comment section.)
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