It's almost 9:30 p.m. and I'm making a late (very late) dinner of Indian spiced green beans and rice flavored with cardamom and saffron. I love the taste and smell of Indian food (although don't get me started on the asafoetida).
I grabbed a green bean and bit into it. A cumin seed escaped from the bean and burst between my teeth. That distinctly cumin flavour washed over my tongue. I literally had to close my eyes and just savor it.
It took me back to some of my few carefree days. I was stationed at San Angelo, Texas--the last stop of my training as a Russian linguist in the Air Force. I was young and healthy, ran daily, ate a vegetarian diet, and was just happy. I used to make tacos in my room with refried beans. I always put cumin in the beans.
Biting into that cumin seed tonight, I could feel the heat of my months in Texas, see the green grass surrounding my building, feel my feet pounding the pavement as I ran for miles, my breath even and effortless. Those were good days. Good days, indeed.
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
Savoring That Memory
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Those WERE the days....lol...just kidding, you still got it!
I love reminscent moments like that. I do that everytime I smell the orange blossoms in Mesa when we pass the orange groves. It takes me back to the carefree days of spring when the weather is AWESOME and the days of growing up and not having many cares or worries except what I was going to do for fun that day. :-)
The orange blossoms take me back, too...not to childhood, since I wasn't here, but to 2006 when Todd and I (at 8 months pregnant) drove back into the valley after a hellish year in Virginia. Orange blossoms are my favorite smell in Arizona.
The orange blossoms take me back, too...not to childhood, since I wasn't here, but to 2006 when Todd and I (at 8 months pregnant) drove back into the valley after a hellish year in Virginia. Orange blossoms are my favorite smell in Arizona.
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