Tonight grilled corn brought me to tears.
It was delicious, but not so sublime that it made me cry...
the taste of corn reminded me of home.
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There are certain songs that remind you of a specific time. When I hear Mason Jennings "Boneclouds" album I am instantly brought back to Mexico ... emotions I felt, memories had, salty surf sessions. When I smell the lowtide and it's seaweed aroma I can close my eyes and be back home, on the back bay - on the boat with my Dad. I was flipping through channels the other day and came across the movie "American Pie"...memories flooded back of high school. Well, tonight when Gray and I dined on Grilled Salmon with grilled veggies {maui onion, broccoli, and mushrooms} and grilled corn - the corn overwhelmed me with thoughts of home. It's so random what hits, and when it hits....but it was so intense that I almost burst into tears as Gray and I sat at the dinner table. The corn brought up the best memories of sitting in my parents backyard, eating corn on the cob - downing steamers and clams on the 1/2, maybe even drinking a few beers. The dinner table in my family is so important, and for me - the respect I learned for having 'family' dinners - sharing food with people you love - has stuck with me through the years. So cheers Mom + Dad, pretty soon I'll be home eating corn on the cob with you - but until then you are always in my heart...when I'm in the kitchen, when I'm cooking food for people I love, and especially when I'm getting down and dirty with a cob of corn....
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