Tuesday, September 27

Small Reminders

© Tim Yankosky
On our kitchen’s message board there’s an old piece of paper, full of holes. It’s a photocopy of a photocopy of a poem I found many years ago in a children’s poetry anthology at the local library. It says:

Monday, August 29

Cloud illusions for adults

picture by © Richard Collins
Rushing from one thing to the next, every so often I get this flashback. There we are - mum, my brother & me lying on the beach, toes dug deep into the warm sand, watching clouds. We have all the time in the world. The only limit is our imagination’s capacity to spot cloud shapes before they dissolve.

Friday, August 19

Jump for joy

Audrey Hepburn   ©Philip Halsman
“The kid in me likes gadgets and toys – could you include some in your blog?” was the request in an email I received. “A good idea, I love gadgets too”, I replied. “Any suggestions?” 

To my surprise the suggestion was not the last word in electronic gadgetry, but a decidedly low tech one with a high fun factor.

Thursday, August 11

The Red Tree

A friend was going through rough times. She had an inner kid that would normally bounce up & down at the sight of something as simple as beautiful flowers, but not once cracks appeared. Her inner kid seemed to have seeped out through the cracks.

Friday, August 5

If you go down to the woods today

Didn’t really fancy going down to the woods today.

My husband insisted that I needed a break & should join him on his daily dog walk. I have tons of work to do, I reasoned. Sure, the woods are beautiful, but they won’t look different than any other day...

As he was having none of it, I ended up going down to the woods; and I was sure of a big surprise.

the woods on any other day - but not today

Saturday, July 30

Ice-cream hungry inner kids

Ice cream! Ice-cream for the kid in me” was the firm announcement in an email I’ve received. Pardon? I never received much in the way of explanation, but it got me thinking.

I’m not that fond of ice-cream (don’t like the brain freeze), I thought; I also don’t want to focus on nostalgia.

Then I remembered my son, aged two, wearing his ice-cream on his face & shirt, licking it ever-so slowly, with such joy & concentration... Surely there are some important lessons here about simple pleasures, or the enjoyment of food? It definitely has nothing to do with nostalgia. Or perhaps it has everything to do with it?

my son aged two demonstrating the joys of ice-cream

That night, on the BBC2 cookery series “Rick Stein’s Spain”, I watched the lovely chef search for the Spain he knew as a child, trying to recapture his earliest “gourmet memories”.

In the Basque country he visits a restaurant that has “the best barbecue in the world”. Victor, the chef, tells Stein that all the cooking in his childhood was done on open fire, so his earliest memories of food were influenced by the flavours of smoke & charcoal. Now, forty years on, he works to recapture those flavours from his youth.

Stein, visibly moved, then says: “the funny thing is that (I realize) from listening to that, that all I was trying to do is go back to my childhood & recreate those flavours from when I was little. It’s all I do. So I am totally simpatico with what he said.

Rick Stein realizing the influence his childhood food had on his career

Food for thought – excuse the pan.

For now, I’ll leave you ice-cream hungry inner kids with an ice-cream filled clip from the film "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs", and with a request.  Please do tell me more about your childhood foods that still tickle the kid in you.

Tuesday, July 26

Furniture pebbles

Can grown ups' furniture be playful without being whacky? Yep. In fact, we could even litter our grown up living space with pebbles, yet look sophisticated. This is how.