What songs about foods do you hum as you make dinner? “Pull up a chair” and share your kitchen tunes in the comments below. If there is a recipe that prompts your favorite kitchen melody, share that as well.
Inevitably, this Irish ballad plays in my head whenever I make mussels. And inevitably, there is a bit of melancholy that washes over me. Poor Molly Malone, she died of a fever so young and beautiful and now her ghost haunts the streets of Dublin, still hawking her goods with the ethereal cry of live cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh.
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I adore old farmsteads with apple and pear trees in the front yard. I secretly envy homeowners who inherit fruit trees with their dwelling. And I am often disappointed to see fruits in these yards spoiling beneath the trees. Untended, ignored. What is a girl to do? Forage, of course.
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It was easy to locate them standing as a loose group in as close to a circular pattern as several conversations occurring at the same time allows. And then there was the facilitator holding a sign in a relaxed yet determined font that said “Sur La Table”, making sure that those of us gathered understood that this group did have a purpose beyond excited idle chatter.