A few weeks ago, Jason and I were talking about our last meals. If we were going to be executed, what would we pick as our last meal? A nice, light evening discussion topic.
It didn't take me long to decide: A giant bowl of rigatoni noodles swimming in butter. And I'm totally serious about the butter - the noodles should be floating on top of a pool of sweet, golden goodness.
Mom used to make this for me as a kid. She really didn't cook much, but she used to make me "fat" noodles whenever I requested them. And she never did skimp on the butter (she didn't really skimp on anything) but, the woman could have used an ice cream scoop. I have these warm and fuzzy memories of sitting on the bar stool up at the bright orange kitchen counter top, listening to Juice Newton on the radio, sipping milk from the yellow Tupperware cup, slurping buttery fat noodles from a bowl, and being with my Mom.
It seems like just the right emotional place to be just before a nice long dirt nap, don't you think?
And Jason's last meal?
"The liver of my enemy."
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- Polack Orange
- Polack Orange is an ode to my sweet Mom - Geraldine Radford. Mom is 50% Polish and her favorite color is orange. Actually, it's really more of a peach color. But, instead of simply calling it "peach", Dad has dubbed it "Polack Orange." Now, really anything that has any orange hue is referred to as Polack Orange. Mom was a water ballerina from the Iron Range, that became a beautician, that met my Father and became a Mother of 3 girls, that worked 3 jobs to put us in voice lessons and acne medication, that finally retired to live the sweet life, but then lost her mind to Alzheimer's. This is about how I see my Mom. About how much she's shaped me. About how much I love her. And how much I hate what Alzheimer's has done to her. These are my memories of her.
1 comment:
So typical of Jason! Fun to read these, I am behind! You have such a great writing style!
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