Where Do The Children Play: Rememberance in forward motion
Once again, a post without food, really....I'll find something for you.
First, I want to thank everyone that has reached out with words of support or offers to help keep the train on the rails and I want you to know the tremendous feeling of support and love that I've received. I won't ever find a way to adequately express my gratitude.
The past few weeks when I've visited my parents on the weekends, I was cooking for them w/ The Wife. We grilled steaks and lobster tails, barbecued ribs and sausage. My mom really likes pulled pork. My father actually has an old Char-Griller Smokin' Pro that I bought but never assembled. She got put together recently and is named "Mini-Marge" after my Meadow Creek trailer, Large Marge. So I've been showing my dad how to cook on her. What a thrill.
Mini Marge getting loaded upTo finally be able to teach him something about cooking after everything that he has shown me how to do is a wonderful feeling and, in a way, melancholy. He was the first person I knew that cooked authentic Chinese food, by hand, at home. One of his legendary New Year's Eve parties was an Asian banquet with various dumplings and dim sum type items and a few full entrees. Amazing.
Mini Marge in action
We made a dumpling feast this past weekend and toured an amazing Asian food market on Staten Island. But, at this point, my mother can't really eat that much solid food and, even when she does, it is a few nibbles. So, at last, one of the last few tangible things I could do for her is taken away. One of the last 'pleasures' from my heart.
She knows how I feel, which is the most important thing.
I leave you this week with a song from B.B. King Live at the Regal in 1964-65. This is ripping. It's a huge file (.wav), but it just sounds so good.
B.B. King: Live at the Regal: How Blue Can You Get