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Photo by Gail Harvey, no reproduction without permission
Maria This is a soul meditation for Maria, who just right now is, I am told, fighting the good fight in hospital.
What you need to know about Maria is that she’s the mother of a very dear childhood friend, and also: that she is, combined with 4-H, the reason I have a passion for cooking. Maria’s salad dressing, for example: I can still taste in my mind and heart. I can still taste her gorgeous chicken soup, her pasta, and the beautiful anise cookies that were just always there.
A whitebread WASP, the kitchen in that house just blew my mind. It did seem as though everyone was shouting all the time, but I sort of loved it, since my own house was the exact opposite unless my mom was laughing on the phone with her dad.
Maria chopped garlic, USED garlic! Grew her own pomodori; she baked and cleaned all day and let me tell you, the beautiful little room in the basement of that house which held the tomato sauce and the wine and the other mysterious-to-me items is as fresh in my mind today as it was 32 years ago. So Maria, I hope you get your voice back and that you tell everyone off.
The smell of chestnuts roasting in the same basement is also as vivid.
Maria, those stunning bright eyes of yours are also very bright in my mind. That and that you learned to drive when most women would have given up on trying.
Ti amo, per sempre, va bene.
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