It’s funny, isn’t it, how the universe drops hints as it nudges you forward, backward, toward… I dunno which direction, to tell you the truth. But thanks to Suzanne and her tantalizing post about an intimate encounter with leftover pineapple, I remembered something. Something that at one time would have been very painful to recall, but this year, I completely forgot it.
As is usually the case with my comments on Suzanne’s site, they end up being blog posts of their own. I had intended to tease her about her erotic enjoyment of leftover fruit by directing her to my post that included a 1953 Better Homes and Gardens recipe* for a party platter with this eye-popping centerpiece made entirely of processed ingredients from a can or package. Except for the topper.
As I scanned that entry, my eyes did some popping of their own when I read the opening lines. I think about my mom. Probably more than I realize. Jean died in a car accident almost 27 years ago. Just enough time has passed that the anniversary of her death will go by unnoticed.
Well. That’s an understatement. November 13 is the anniversary date. Now over 30 years ago. But it seems that I was meant to remember this year.
The other morning, the kittens were chasing their toys near the microwave stand – it’s an IKEA butcher-block cart with open shelves underneath. That’s where I store the nesting set of colourful Pyrex bowls from my mother’s estate. The cats got close enough to rattle the dishes and Reiner shoo-ed them away.
He said, “It’s funny. I realize that I am fond of these bowls. Know why? Because they are important to you.”
Reiner rarely discloses this sort of sentiment, so his tender statement was all the more touching. And it side-tracked me from thinking about why the bowls were important to me. So, I missed the reminder to recall the anniversary.
In my last post where I poked fun at Madison Ave and the magazine ads from the 40’s and 50’s, Christine shared her opinion of the full-page feminine product ads from the same period, reckoning that she is “scarred for life” what with all those women wearing ball gowns and fake smiles. That brought to mind my mom, again.
You see, I was smitten by the mid-century models found in magazine ads and on the packaging of sanitary napkins. Whenever the family went grocery shopping I wandered away to the toiletries aisle. There I stood, transfixed. I stared at the exquisite creatures on the Modess packages until Mom finally dragged me away. It was a good day when she needed to replenish her supply, because I got to carry the box home.
As it turned out, my comments to Christine are time-stamped November 13. The exact anniversary. And still, I did not remember.
So, what to make of this convergence, this roundabout way of recalling my mother? What can I do, to honour her memory?
Sharing a recipe would be a great start, wouldn’t you agree?
*Liver Sausage Pineapple
Mix 1 pound liver sausage with 1 tablespoon lemon juice, 1 teaspoon Worcestershire sauce, 1/4 cup mayonnaise. Shape around a jelly glass. Soften 2 teaspoons unflavored gelatin in 2 tablespoons cold water, dissolve over hot water; add 1 cup mayonnaise; chill. Frost “pineapple,” score; stud with sliced stuffed olives. Top with real pineapple top.
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