I brew a cup of Darjeeling, then slather a toasted sourdough English muffin with butter. I spoon on some homemade strawberry freezer jam, enough to drip down my chin when I take a bite. The white wooden porch swing hangs from rusted chains and creak-squeaks as I settle into it. It’s hot already, but it’s […]
You Can Dish it Out, But . . .
My grandparents owned a small restaurant called the Airport Grill in Waters, an eye blink of a town a couple miles up the road. And yes, there was an “airfield” right behind it. “Field” being the key word. I don’t remember any concrete runway nor anything but a small private plane or a National Guard […]
The Tick Tock of My Heart
Egg salad sandwiches. I’m pretty sure that’s what she served. And sweet gherkins in a glass pickle dish. We probably drank iced tea while seated knee-to-knee at the formica table right here, our backs to the window. And pie. I suspect we had pie. Or heaping bowls of ice cream. It was the first […]
Mashed in the Making
I toast a sourdough muffin golden, two halves, and slather them with butter and mounds of strawberry freezer jam. I love the jeweled color of strawberries mashed in the making. Red to me is the color of hope. I steep a cup of Earl Grey Green, inhale the fragrance of bergamot, and settle at the […]
