Now I have only one child at home, our shopping routine has changed. The things *she* likes dominate my shopping list.
One of those is goat cheese. "I *love* goat cheese," she told me yesterday.
The thing about a long life is that almost everything that comes up has a precedent, but you are not sure whether to mention it to your children or grandchildren, because it dates you so terribly.
The first time I ever tasted goat cheese was 40 years before it became a cool Northern California thing. It was in Camdesh, 2,000 feet straight up a mountain I never thought I could climb, while in the Peace Corps, in eastern Afghanistan. You can see the place in the book and the movie called "The Man Who Would be King," not that anyone keeps track of these kinds of details anymore.
The people in the village at the top of that mountain served us goat cheese (warm) for breakfast. Maybe I should suggest that to some of the cool chefs around here. Goat cheese is good cold (just had some) but oh so much better warm.
Just a thought.
But how do I tell my daughter things like this without sounding impossibly ancient, which I already am in her eyes?
Suggestions welcome. This blog feels like a dead place to me. No one ever communicates anything. Maybe it is time to close it down.
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1 comment:
No matter what kind of interests Julia has, that her father spent any time at all in Afghanistan is amazingly relevant to today. And that includes goat cheese! I'm vegan now, so I no longer enjoy it, but back in the day before I quit dairy, it was my favorite cheese. At some point Julia will (as have all of your children) begin to use parts of who you were/are and incorporate them into who they become/are. I believe we use the repertoire of our parents more as we become closer to the age they were when we were born, and following that. It's the same way in which we use the parenting we received when we become parents. And this ebbs and flows. You document this well. Tamara
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