FOOD
Loved the smell of your battered leathers, the stains on your chef’s whites, the taste of thousands of ingredients outwitting the cigarettes infusing your clothes.
My signature dish was potato cakes. I fried them to your heart’s content, even when my arms ached from grating potatoes. With you sat at my square yellow formica kitchen table, I was increasingly conscious of my culinary inabilities. You brought gravadlax once - just in case. You never cooked for me.
My culinary talents are no better today. I pickle herrings, preserve them in recycled jars, do a good apple cake for special occasions.
My signature dish was potato cakes. I fried them to your heart’s content, even when my arms ached from grating potatoes. With you sat at my square yellow formica kitchen table, I was increasingly conscious of my culinary inabilities. You brought gravadlax once - just in case. You never cooked for me.
My culinary talents are no better today. I pickle herrings, preserve them in recycled jars, do a good apple cake for special occasions.
