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Reminiscence
Time spent pondering the future and now
While the past fades rapidly I know not how
Today I spent learning about me as a whole
And a peaceful calmness enveloped my soul
Once torn into a dark mass of dismal pieces
As fond memories revisit the shadow decreases
While the past fades rapidly I know not how
Today I spent learning about me as a whole
And a peaceful calmness enveloped my soul
Once torn into a dark mass of dismal pieces
As fond memories revisit the shadow decreases
By Lee
Inexplicably some incidents and some people stay locked away
in our fathomless memory bank never again to see the light of day; lost;
forgotten forever; while, for whatever reasons other memories of people, places,
events, words, thoughts remain crystal clear.
Perhaps the former is not actually the case. Maybe our memories of every experience; of
every person we’ve met throughout our life are filed away in the back regions
of our mental (not metal) filing cabinets. Bookmarked like bookmarked sites on
our computers; patiently waiting to be re-visited; re-discovered; often by
accident. Not discarded, but merely stored away from sight; out of our
conscious mind; not deleted from our subconscious mind - our hard drive.
When I go through my computer’s lengthy bookmark list I
discover myriad sites considered once to be interesting; worth setting aside
for a rainy day. Like my list I’ve a
gazillion memories bookmarked in my mind; filed away for that very day - whatever
the weather - whether damp or dehydrated…for a time when all will be
re-revealed.
What needs to be done is for me to locate the key to my
mental filing cabinet. It’s around here
somewhere.
I may have not yet found the key to my inner vault, but
often I do find a trigger that opens a locked door while in search of a
particular item to satisfy a thought impulse. Soon thereafter I unexpectedly
discover more doors I’m unable to resist entering. Powerless, I’m led along corridors and through
entrances that have remained closed for years.
Unwittingly I become waylaid. An unforeseen exploration abducts my
attention. The minor search activated by my original thought multiplies in
proportion.
Having veered off track I probe deeper and deeper, lost in
the wonderment of discovery; of renewed recollections.
Similar to Alice
during her journey through Wonderland when she followed the White Rabbit down the
rabbit hole, my curiosity becomes aroused. So, too, are detailed misplaced
memories about past events and deeds; of people I’ve met. And, like Alice I become “curiouser and curiouser”.
Helpless against the revelations, intrigued, I’m guided down
paths I initially had no intention of strolling.
The definitive quarry of my primary quest is unconsciously
dismissed. Entranced, I wander along interesting avenues tracking clues
impossible to ignore.
Time spent; lost, but not wasted on re-awoken memories; and
then, continuing forth, being directed onto others.
Engrossed in fascinating discoveries - re-discoveries -
minutes, then hours fly by. All too often my detours - my digressions - cause
me to forget my initial goal (it’s been put on the back-burner; bookmarked to
be dealt with later - if I remember what it actually was).
The unplanned deviations awaken forgotten memories filed away in
the deepest recesses of my mind.
The rekindling of past experiences; of people once met; some
never seen again, is welcomed; often with tear-filled eyes.
A photo, unobserved for years, uncovered by chance amongst
unrelated memorabilia.
A letter on yellowed, ragged paper; read multiple times upon
initial receipt, stowed away in a safe place located unintentionally; re-read.
Memories stimulated of times forgotten.
Once cherished moments re-ignited; old flames remembered with warm comfort, not cold.
Once cherished moments re-ignited; old flames remembered with warm comfort, not cold.
Roasted
Leek-Zucchini-Bacon Soup: Heat 1-1.2tbs olive oil and 30g butter in
roasting pan over med-heat; add 5 washed, sliced leeks, 2 large,
coarsely-chopped onions, 1-1/2 chopped garlic cloves, 1 juniper berry, 4 black
peppercorns, 1 whole clove and 1 bay leaf; cook 3mins. Add 3 large,
coarsely-chopped zucchinis, 2 sprigs thyme and 6 trimmed, chopped bacon
rashers; cook 2mins; transfer pan to oven; roast at 180C, 40mins; stir often.
Transfer vegetables to large pot; add 1ltr chicken stock; simmer until reduced
by half. Add 600ml cream; simmer 20mins. Process until smooth; pass through
sieve; transfer to saucepan; season; bring to boil; serve.
Seared Bugs &
Asparagus Fettuccine: Melt 30g butter in saucepan; cook 2 finely-diced
white onions and 4 crushed garlic cloves over med-heat until soft and
translucent. Add 400ml vermouth; deglaze pan; add 80ml Thai fish sauce, 80ml
sweet chill sauce and 1ltr cream; bring to boil; simmer until reduced by half;
add 400g raw, shredded Moreton Bay bug meat; cook 3mins or until almost cooked.
Add 800g al dente fettuccine, 12 slightly-cooked asparagus spears, 2tbs chopped
basil leaves, 1tbs chopped coriander; toss over med-high heat 1 to 2mins.
Roasted Mustard
Rabbit: Cover 1 whole rabbit, cut into pieces (or chicken if you’re
chicken) with 1c crème fraîche, 3/4c Dijon mustard or wholegrain, 1tbs each
chopped fresh thyme and sage, 85g thinly-sliced pancetta, cut into thin strips,
4 thinly-sliced garlic cloves and 2 bay leaves.
Mix well with your hands; cover; let sit at room temp 1hr; or chill
overnight. Spread pieces in single layer in oven-proof pan; top with marinade;
roast in 175C oven about 45mins; remove rabbit and set aside; put pan on
stove-top over med-heat; add 1c chick stock or white wine and 1/2c heavy cream;
lower heat; simmer; reduce sauce until thick and creamy; pour over
rabbit/chicken
Not only do I not have that key, I am pretty certain that a lot of the material in my head is misfiled. Frustrating.
ReplyDeleteI envy your recall. Rather a lot.
Hey there, EC. I'd love to have a video tape (or tapes) of what's stored in my memory. I've always had a good memory. But I can't remember where I left one set of keys! ;)
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by. I hope all is going well for the Skinny One...take good care...both of you.
my mental filing cabinet is locked, welded, wrapped in chains and buried under the ocean floor. And there it will stay.
ReplyDeleteYes, isn't it amazing how a smell or a taste can sometimes transport you back in time? I find smells are a very strong trigger especially . Do you?
ReplyDeleteHi River...I'm glad I'm able to open doors to memories. I don't dwell on the past, but I do enjoy recalling the times; the people; the events. Amongst the good, happy and fun memories are the the sad and bad; but that's all part of life's tapestry.
ReplyDeleteThanks for popping in. :)
Hi Helsie...many things trigger off memories for me. For one, music is a strong trigger.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're enjoying Paris...have a croissant for me. :)
Thanks for coming by. :)
Hi Lee, a wonderful post. Thank you. Umm ~ is it just me or did you repeat yourself? Notice the teacher coming out :)
ReplyDeleteHi Carol, I just noticed that...thanks...I don't know how that happened. Perhaps Blogger was playing games. Thanks...I've just remedied the duplication.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you. :)
Nice post. As I get older my mind runs into more and more dead ends.
ReplyDeleteDuplication? Like this perhaps :)
ReplyDeleteHi Lee, a wonderful post. Thank you.
G'day Dexter...It'll have to stop doing that, Dexter....perhaps you should get a map so you can find the through-ways - the free-ways...with no obstructions.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you...thanks for coming in. :)
Hi Carol, I just noticed that...thanks...I don't know how that happened. Perhaps Blogger was playing games. Thanks...I've just remedied the duplication.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you. :)
Could be be, Carol! I can recall seeing a duplication, though...after you pointed it out to me. However, itt could be just a memory from the not so distant past, of course. ;)
Thanks for coming in...again.
Lee who? Anyway, that was a GREAT poem!
ReplyDeleteLee Me, Jerry. Jerry who?
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by, Jerry. :)
It's so wonderful that you can recall everything so vividly. There are special times in my life that I think about and wonder if I could have even realized how fleeting they were. But there are special times now, too.
ReplyDeleteI always love to read about your adventures.
I think you need to write a memoir. I'd buy it! Love your poem. That is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteHey Lynn...I think we do immediately recognise as special some moments; particular times as they're happening; and then, there are those times, for whatever reasons, also remain with us, even if they seem insignificant.
ReplyDeleteThanks for enjoying my ramblings. :)
Hi RK...I'd have to change a few names if I wrote my memoirs...either that or spend the rest of my life being sued! lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for popping in, RK. :)
Not only can you write (well), but you are poetic too. Not to mention that you have a memory like an elephant!
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree, you should consider getting a voice recorder to jot down your recollections... of which you appear to have in abundance :)
Another great post, Lee.
My husband tries so hard to be cute, but...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Wendy, for your kind, encouraging words. I'm the president of the Procrastinators' Club, I think.
ReplyDeleteNice to see you. :)
All men are trying in so many ways, Arlynda! lol
ReplyDeleteDear Poet,
ReplyDeleteYou are right that memories can reappear suddenly. A small thing, a picture, a smell, a word can all bring back memories. They are all in there and just need a link to bring them out.
And I think you will find men are never trying, that is a woman's job.....
ReplyDeleteAdullamite...are you trying to trick me into believing there are two of you?
ReplyDeleteHow very trying! Haven't I enough to do trying to deal with one of you than trying to handle two?
Hmmm,that's a profound post, Lee. I do know what you mean and I, too, have done exactly as you describe. It's not a waste of time but an enjoyable dip in to the deepest recesses of the memory and finding treasure!
ReplyDeleteOkay, here's the thing...you are an ARTIST!!! I LOVE that painting that you did of Alice In Wonderland!!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness, have you sold any of your works of art? Do tell!
Lee I do the same thing. Things I once considered so important. I just went through a real file cabinet getting ready to move and I dumped about half of it. We change. Love your photos. Thanks for bringing me some laughter,
ReplyDeleteHey there, Robyn...yes...it's fun and it's quite amazing the way some memories are stirred and rekindled when you least expect it and by the most unexpected ways.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by. :)
Hi Kay...I sort of, kind of did sell one painting...friends bought a new fridge and their "old" one was in mint condition...a big, very-well kept fridge with freezer section the bottom. They were the kind of folk who looked after their stuff meticulously. They were buying a new fridge and sold the other one to me...their asking price was $400.00 which was huge bargain in itself...they took $200.00 in cash; and one of my paintings that they'd had their eyes on for the balance...so in a way...yes...I sold a painting for $200.00. It was a landscape.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words. :)
G'Day, Chatty...it is always a pleasure to see you. I'm glad I was able to bring some laughter to you. :)
ReplyDeleteTake good care and thanks for popping in. :)
G'evenin MsLee and LTNS! I find when I'm out riding Gracie to help another young B.A.C.A. HERO - the smells on the open road can even cause an overlap of ancient memories - and when my memory briefly fails at other times that's when I claim the affliction of "sometheimerz" ! Hope you've had a wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteThose memory triggers can be almost anything and can happen at the least expected time. Then the wool gathering begins. Some doors to the past however, are best left locked. Beware my fair red headed friend and not crack open any of those. Peace
ReplyDeleteHello Gracie9501 - my memory fails me at this particular time. I'm sorry, but I can't place you. Do I know you from somewhere?
ReplyDeleteHey Lady Di...no memory door is safe from me!
ReplyDeleteMy hair, however, is grey not red. I've never been a red-head - my mother was a natural red-head, but I used to be a brunette with a deep auburn tinge, I guess...in my spring and summer years. :)
Thanks for popping in, Miss Kitty. :)
Ms Lee - that darn Google ID - this is Katfish!
ReplyDeleteI had a feeling it was you, Katfish...honestly, I did...I was only thinking about it again last night and you were the uppermost culprit in my mind! lol
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you, as always. :)
Stop changing your identity! lol
Mrs N wont let me cook rabbit - wont eat anything Disney made into a film. Rabbits, ducks, deer, dwarfs..
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