I live with my Mom and Dad and their weimaraner "Spencer". My Dad has multi infarct dementia

We all come from Vermont and we grew up during the 60's and 70's. One of our favorite things is cooking and so we try and stay sane by writing about cooking. I have an old cookbook from Rutland VT called "Out of Vermont Kitchens that we are going to try and cook from and see what the food tastes like.

The cookbook has some prepared foods in some of the recipes. But we will try and adapt them perhaps to modern cusine.

We also try other recipes but will dive into our Vermont roots as often as we can.

Marion Ballou Smith
The daughter of Orris and Margaret (Mageen) Ballou, Marion Ballou Smith grew up in Rutland, Vermont, graduated from Mount Holyoke College (1914), and taught botany and mathematics. In 1927 she married Esme A.C. Smith, a businessman in Rutland. Active in local business and civic affairs, Smith was the co-compiler, with Alice Chaffee Bowker and Ruth Sutton, of a fund-raising cookbook entitled Out of Vermont Kitchens, published in 1939, to benefit the Trinity Mission of Trinity Church in Rutland, and the Women's Service League of St. Paul's Church in Burlington, Vermont.

2.07.2010

Sneaking Chocolate

I have become a great liar. My Dad came into the kitchen as I was biting into a piece of chocolate my sister brought back from Ithaca. He came into the kitchen and asked if I was eating chocolate and I told him...."no, I don't have any candy!" I hid the piece of chocolate under my tongue and shook my head. He kept asking if it was candy and I kept saying "no".

The chocolate was an expensive piece of candy. They are called truffles and are hand made. My Dad eats sweets almost exclusively now. Its the last taste that he really understands. Sweet according to Michael Pollan is the most primeval taste that we as humans understand. Sweet means the food is good to eat. The savory and tart tastes are acquired with time. My Dad no longer eats food that has more complex tastes like a quiche Lorraine or even shepherds pie. He only really likes ice cream, cookies and pie.

I wasn't about to waste the expensive chocolate on someone who can't understand the difference between a Twinkie and a truffle. So I kept shaking my head like a fool and saying "No, there is no candy around". I felt like a fool.
Posted by Kimberly at 5:22 PM

2 comments:

Matt Sutkoski said...

What a bittersweet post, no pun intended.
Sometimes you have to act like a fool in order to be really smart

February 8, 2010 at 7:59 PM
Kimberly said...

I've always been a fool. :)

February 8, 2010 at 8:12 PM

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