Ok, so I did it. I dropped the “Howard” bomb. Whatever . . . get over it! As I was thinking of this, I began to think . . . and think some more. I don’t think (LOL) that I have ever put so much love into anything I have been willing to give to another. I don’t know, maybe it’s this culinary bull shit I have learned over the last 3 years. Maybe it’s the perfectionism in me . . . the aviation maintenance side of me . . .
I made a small batch (9 jars) of preserved lemons from a “wire gone crazy” Meyer Lemmon dwarf I had recently replanted a year ago. I must have picked nearly 50 pounds of very ripe (I mean, now!) Lemons from the tree my father and mother had given us when they moved. Looked down one day and noticed several ripe hangers. A week later I went down there with two Claim Jumper sized left-over bags and immediately called for back up. I filled 5 large plastic grocery bags. I quickly dispersed them throughout the community retaining just enough for my personal uses.
A day later I’m looking at my preserving to pick out just the right jars to be given to special friends. There are subtleties in each hand-crafted jar. The contents are the same; lemons, salt, rosemary. The appearance of lemons, a bit of rosemary pressing up against the glass. Recognizing the different characteristics placed each jar in a hierarchy amongst the rest. “Which one will he get”? I quickly realized I had felt this overwhelming feeling of confusion. Which of my friends deserves the best packing . . . ?
Silence now, as the brains over-power-ment has finally subsided to release you back to reality. “JUST give ’em a damn jar!!!”
Dicks – I wish you all the happiness in 2014