I mostly ingested, chewed, and swallowed. The last was a cheese that looked like a rectangle of hard, straw-colored cheddar. Could I possibly join him, his parents, and a family friend for dinner? I visited farms to buy local produce. I went to cooking school. Well-worn furniture in dark wood, fabric upholstered chairs one could cradle in with a cat they had two on their lap for hours, and books everywhere the eye could see. Awakening Taste October 3rd, When I was a little girl.
But why, I wondered, was anyone not noticing the distinct aroma of cat feces? The flavor was bold. I remember thinking there might be something about this boy after all. Even the dining room had bookshelves, with thick histories and paperback mysteries tucked in among many cookbooks. Could I possibly join him, his parents, and a family friend for dinner? A plum and apricot fruit tart with a birthday candle was brought from the kitchen, and we sang Happy Birthday. But I felt sorry for him when he told me none of his friends could make it for his birthday that evening. I shared many wonderful meals with him, his family and their friends, and became bold enough to scour markets to bring new foods for them to try. As it warmed I found the texture creamy, like butter, surprising for something that looked so hard, and it held tiny crunchy bits throughout, like salt on a soft pretzel. Because of that meal, I no longer wanted to eat alone over the kitchen sink, but wanted to share food and talk about it with others. Tangy like lemons, and savory-sweet like hazelnut coffee. I finally looked up to find the guy leaning back to look at me, staring at me questioningly. The tart, Calvados, and strong coffee were bringing me back to Earth. I visited farms to buy local produce. I went to cooking school. Well-worn furniture in dark wood, fabric upholstered chairs one could cradle in with a cat they had two on their lap for hours, and books everywhere the eye could see. Looking back, my best guess is that it may have been something similar to Piave, but at the time I was too overwhelmed, and perhaps a bit ashamed of my ignorance, to ask. I was a little wary of the cheese served that night, but I enjoyed both the soft goat, similar to the Boursin I was used to, and the mild bleu, surprised to find it not at all offensive. A simple green salad followed, which was new to me, having always been served salad first, which I found revived my palate for what was to come: I mostly ingested, chewed, and swallowed. Awakening Taste October 3rd, When I was a little girl. Pizza, fast food, and Chinese delivery, or grilled cheese and spaghetti with tomato sauce from a jar in leaner times, were my meals when I started living on my own. I educated myself about sustainable and organic agriculture. I dated the guy for a few years. As a single woman in my early 20s, I had been invited to a dinner party by a guy whose date invitations I had rejected for some time.
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