Join Editor-in-Chief Joshua Heston along with Ethan Grubaugh to talk about … Potatoes! Also, things made from potatoes, like colcannon as well as going deep into food culture and history (Old World and New World), and the Mid-Century American cuisine crisis. There is also a poem, and Josh delves into his opinions of the admittedly delicious flavor additive MSG.
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Been Thinkin’ About…
CRICKETS & COLCANNON. We are such a product of our pasts, even — or perhaps especially — when we least realize it. A moment in time. A story. An experience, passed on from one generation to the next, often unconsciously.
I went to fill up the coffee pot this morning and, as always, I let the water run for a moment before placing the percolator under the sink.
Waste of water, I reckon. But it is exactly what my mom always did. I remember her talking to me about it. Sharing. As a kid, she would pump water out of the well in the yard and would have to run the water for a moment… to wash out the crickets gathered there.
Even after the faucet moved in to the kitchen, the habit remained unbroken.
Now, uncountable faucet-pourings later, I’m still doing the same thing. I know there aren’t any crickets up my particular water pump, but the habit is the same and when I think of it (and I often don’t), I do smile.
A moment in time preserved. A memory.
How many moments are preserved in a simple action? A particular shake of the head? A lopsided smile or an-otherwise forgotten recipe?
I still think of the colcannon I made one winter, brand-new-never-been-tried-just-found-it-in-a-cookbook, and my mom took a spoonful and said, “Grandma Gwinn made that. Don’t remember what she called it but that’s what she made.”
Sometimes the past isn’t so very far away as we think.