I'M NOT BARBARA STREISAND

Memories can be very unwelcome things. I've reconnected with some friends from junior/high school lately through the wonder/terror that is Facebook. Although I'm still not sure why, a few years ago I would have eschewed all contact but now I'm fine with it. Still, I enjoy being in control of the waves of memory these reconnections invariably set off. I can "switch off" to a book or distract myself from my reverie in some other way if it gets too much. One of these friends with whom I've reconnected (Hi LT!) relocated to the old town a few years ago. That must be hard. There's no distracting yourself from every sign post, diner, or corn field that you pass on a daily basis. I'd be afraid to leave the house! Plus, it must be so disorienting to be there with new people (i.e. her kids and husband). As someone who has moved around a lot, it's difficult for me to identify familiar faces b/c I could know them from any PLACE not only from any TIME. To be in a past memory but with "present" memory people must be, well like I said, disorienting. I guess its the break in time that makes it hard, not that it's a memory. The fact that so much of life has passed and changed in the interim and I haven't been thinking about these people or places during any of that time, it's difficult to reorient. It's still up for debate whether I'll attend the reunion next year!


YOU SAY "CARAMEL", I SAY "MOM LOVES ME BETTER"

My folks were not in town when my birthday passed, so we visited them this evening for dinner and to watch the Eagles (specifically McNabb) make me wish I'd been born a boy so I, too, could earn millions of dollars for minimal athletic talent. My Beloved had a recipe for flourless chocolate torte that he made every year for my birthday. It was a labor of love, not the least b/c he hated the cake. Unfortunately, this year the recipe was lost (READ: he got tired of making it and fed the recipe card to the dog). My mother learned of this tragedy and, just for tonight and just for me, made a flourless chocolate torte that could bend light and is the reason I'm still awake at almost 1am! *And* she made the caramel sauce that the recipe recommended as an accompaniment. You know how you make caramel sauce? You put sugar in a pan and stir it forever. You cannot leave the pan, even for a second, or it will burn. It must be attended at all times, which is why no one ever makes it. Except for my mother. The recipe calls for it? She'll make it, even if it means...anything, really, she's that selfless.

So, yeah, eat your heart out sisters! I got to take the left over jar of sauce home and will heap it upon everything in the refrigerator by the week's end. Toast & caramel, tea with caramel sauce, walnut spinach salad with caramel dressing...nom nom nom.

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