Wednesday, August 18, 2010

10 Years Old.

When I smell fresh, ripe cantaloupe like this, I am instantly transported back to the little pass-through breakfast bar at our cottage in Lake Geneva. My grandmother is on the other side of it in the kitchen, drying dishes with a hand towel, and my brother and I, sitting on stools, legs dangling, on either side of him, stare in disbelief as we watch our grandfather put black pepper on his.

8 comments:

  1. He used BLACK pepper because that's all Helen had.

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  2. I bet black pepper is good on it! It's supposed to be great on Strawberries - with balsamic vinegar.

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  3. Annon 1: Is that you, Brother?
    Annon 2: Katie, you don't even eat strawberries!

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  4. Annon 1 is now in CO

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  5. Sorry, CO, but other side of Mountains.

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  6. Annon 1: Why so cryptic? This must be Aunt Lois??

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  7. Cryptic because I don't like being on facebook, just reading others. Uncle T

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  8. Lurker Uncle T: You are cute!
    Ruthie: I thought about doing it too, but did not. Tell me if you like it.

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