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.
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.
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He used BLACK pepper because that's all Helen had.
ReplyDeleteI bet black pepper is good on it! It's supposed to be great on Strawberries - with balsamic vinegar.
ReplyDeleteAnnon 1: Is that you, Brother?
ReplyDeleteAnnon 2: Katie, you don't even eat strawberries!
Annon 1 is now in CO
ReplyDeleteSorry, CO, but other side of Mountains.
ReplyDeleteAnnon 1: Why so cryptic? This must be Aunt Lois??
ReplyDeleteCryptic because I don't like being on facebook, just reading others. Uncle T
ReplyDeleteLurker Uncle T: You are cute!
ReplyDeleteRuthie: I thought about doing it too, but did not. Tell me if you like it.