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Originally Posted by DanaC
[eta] that just sent me on a few moments reverie. Haven't thought about those memories for a while. Dad was brilliant for stuff like that. When he talked through what he was doing, he pronounced all the spice names with a slight hindi flick, and it would inevitably lead into tales of his childhood in India. God I've missed that. He can't stand long enough to cook now. His appetite is so low, he couldn't eat it anyway. Shit. All of a sudden I'm fighting tears. No that's a lie. I'm not fighting them at all.
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Never had them roasted, but am tempted to look for a recipe now. Mum hates most pulses (baked beans is about as far as she will go) but is open to new experiences and loves anything roasted - so far anyway.
Sorry that your memories of your Dad's cooking make you cry. But you have the memories, even though time has moved both of you on. Smells and their memory will always trigger those times for you - which is a good thing, even if slightly bitter-sweet. And you still have your Dad, even if he is diminished by time. Age takes away the people we love - if I was spiritual I'd suggest it was to prepare us for death. But I'm not, and I mourn the passing of your Dad's cookery for your sake.
Pie - I've never put sesame paste in Hummus (as Dana says, the most common spelling here is Houmous). But then I started with a low fat recie and tweaked it from there, so that might explain the omission. And I'm not a big sesame fan, so I mighta taken it myself
I mostly make it off the cuff now (nothing up my sleeves).
Griff, you're a love. But WTF is a pumpkin torte? I'm not sure I've eaten pumpkin in my life - although the power of the written word tempts me to find pumpkin juice as they drink it like Coke in Harry Potter books... I fear Rowling lies to us there. I associate torte with Austira - chocolate and hazelnut and cream and... well, you get the idea.
I'll get round to my lovely savoury feast sometime. It might just take the right mood.