We have a sweet fruit native to China that is very popular in this region -- the Meyer lemon. It is great as an ingredient in many dishes or just as a raw fruit. I like it with fish, for example. You may be able to get it elsewhere in this country -- I really don't know. But California exports lots of fruit, so maybe check it out.
Speaking about fish, I had brunch with Aidan and Julia yesterday at a restaurant called Al's on Mission Street. The former owners collected movie memorabilia, and the kids and I have been going there since thy were tiny. Yesterday I ordered fish and chips.
Then, Julia and I went over to El Cerrito, where we hung out with Laila and Sarah and their kids. Loic's mom again cooked a French meal, this time chicken with potatoes au gratin. Delicious.
Later in the afternoon, Dylan got back from his three-day trip to South Lake Tahoe, a long rock concert and snow. Today, all three kids went off to Asilomar with their mom.
So, rarely on a Friday night, I am alone, and guess what. I am thinking of cooking fish sticks, Maybe I am getting in touch with my British roots, even though I have no British roots. Just Scottish and Irish and French so far as I know.
Maybe I will squirt some Meyer lemon on those fish sticks.
But if you want to know what I really wish I could do it is this. I wish I could be back in Michigan as a boy with my family at Rolling Hills and my mother cooking a freshly caught bass or pike over the grill. A fish that my dad had caught.
I'd like to squirt some Meyer lemon over that meal, along with butter.
That obviously will never happen again.
Such is memory and such is aging. We remember things through our senses, in this case my sense of smell and taste. Those are very strong senses that render the past as present.
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