A Halloween Treat for You!
I've got no costume this year (like I ever do), but my lingering cough at least makes me sound frightening. Happy Halloween, y'all.
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This poem appeared back in September on The Writer's Almanac—which gives us all the great gift of daily verse—and I fell in love with it. I hope you enjoy it, too.Labels: food poetry
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It's a weekday morning, and you're wondering where you should go for lunch. Wouldn't it be nice, you think, if I could see at a glance what the specials are at all my favorite restaurants around town? Labels: special events, twitter
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And suddenly the memory revealed itself. The taste was that of the little piece of madeleine which on Sunday mornings at Combray (because on those mornings I did not go out before mass), when I went to say good morning to her in her bedroom, my aunt Léonie used to give me, dipping it first in her own cup of tea or tisane. The sight of the little madeleine had recalled nothing to my mind before I tasted it; perhaps because I had so often seen such things in the meantime, without tasting them, on the trays in pastry-cooks' windows, that their image had dissociated itself from those Combray days to take its place among others more recent; perhaps because of those memories, so long abandoned and put out of mind, nothing now survived, everything was scattered; the shapes of things, including that of the little scallop-shell of pastry, so richly sensual under its severe, religious folds, were either obliterated or had been so long dormant as to have lost the power of expansion which would have allowed them to resume their place in my consciousness. But when from a long-distant past nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, taste and smell alone, more fragile but more enduring, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, remain poised a long time, like souls, remembering, waiting, hoping, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unflinchingly, in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.That's part of the famous "madeleine" passage in Marcel Proust's Swann's Way, the first volume of In Search of Lost Time. Who knows how many people, in addition to being overcome by melancholy and perhaps even shedding tears upon reading it, have been inspired by that passage to purchase the special baking pan, find a recipe, and recreate the cookies that Proust so evocatively describes (and write extremely long sentences)?
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