olio

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Her fingers were sticky from the grapes she could not stop eating, but really, it was the reminiscing. She wasn’t sure how something could feel gritty and sticky at the same time, and as she ran her fingers over each other, she noticed how uneven her nails were. There was one that was only half bitten. Goodness, her attention span…

Was it meant to be like this? She needed to wash her hands because the light was begging for attention. But as she watched, the light seeped outside, swirling like smoke around the garden.
She sat, mesmerised, while she finished biting her nails.

 

 

45 thoughts on “olio”

                    1. saynotoclowns says:

                      And it’s crazy travelling this time of year as we have done in the past, between here and the US…the temp difference can be insane.
                      They say that if you travel a lot between hemispheres it can affect the memory part of your brain…and I so believe it. But my memory is not great to begin with ha!

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                    5. saynotoclowns says:

                      haha yes and yes!!
                      I love Christmas food, although my husband and I have always done our own thing…if there is something traditional we don’t like, eg turkey, then we don’t have it.
                      Being summer of course, there are a lot more cold foods, and seafood is a lovely addition.
                      Having English traditions in Australia, I do like to have Christmas pudding with lots of brandied custard and cream…ugh, now I am getting hungry!

                      So what about you guys? What do you love to eat at that time?

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                    6. Silent Hour says:

                      Traditionally, in Greece we eat pork at Christmas, but turkey has turned into another option. At my parents’ house we hold on to pork, usually grilled. There are also salads and invariably my mother makes tzatziki — a dip with yogurt, cucumber and garlic, which I avoid because garlic kills my blood pressure, makes me sleepy and when I wake up I go straight to the sweets.
                      Traditional Christmas sweets are kourabiedes and melomakarona. The former are butter and almond cookies powdered with icing sugar and sometimes sprinkled with rosewater. The latter are my favorites: soft cookies soaked in honey and sprinkled with nuts. One is never enough!

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                    7. saynotoclowns says:

                      I love pork! In fact, this last Christmas, coincidentally, we did some pork belly for the first time. It was fabulous.

                      I love tzatziki. We have quite a large Greek population in the area we live in actually, and one of my favourite cafes on the river is run by a Greek family. They come up with very delicious things!!

                      Oh I am so sorry to hear about the garlic though!! I love garlic. YOur reaction to it is interesting, I haven’t heard that before…do you miss eating it?
                      Those cookies sound beautiful!

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                    8. Silent Hour says:

                      Oh, I don’t really miss it. I like it too, especially in pasta sauces. But I think my mother adds more than I can take.

                      If you visit your favourite cafe next Christmas, you can ask if they have any of these sweets. I think you’ll like them!

                      Pudding sounds good too. I’ve never had any.

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        erroneouschoices says:

        None, lol. But like it could have been one

        It wasn’t over acting when they did it. And frankly, I think the art began that way. That’s why it’s called drama.🤷‍♀️ I think it’s far more entertaining than the things we have to watch that are made in my generation. You want to be entertained, they were doing that for us.
        And for that matter, people are ridiculously dramatic in real life, lol, just like those elegant women and men of those old films.

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          saynotoclowns says:

          Don’t get me wrong, there are a lot of old ones I adore. I find it fascinating, the way they went through this kind of transition phase…like they were finding their feet going from stage productions to movie making, some of them seem so much like plays, with the “over acting” that was needed etc. (Sometimes, I really am thinking, why the heck are they yelling so much… 🤓)
          I watched an old one recently with my mother, with Katherine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, one i had never seen, and it was so intelligently written and acted…darn, wish I could remember what it was called.
          And the atmospheric effects used…

          And thank you.
          (I loved Audrey Hepburn. When I was little, my beautiful mother reminded me of her. ❤)

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    Diana says:

    This little vignette hangs heavily in my thoughts, like a cluster of sun enriched vine dwelling “sugar bubbles”. Thank you for transporting me away from the polar climate with something so visceral and …. sticky! 🙂

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    Steve Simpson says:

    A sweet cameo, Vanessa. I’m glad that your protagonist is thorough, and there is nothing wrong with a little obsession. My nails look like I have broken them turning screws. Because I have. But I do like to fold paper napkins into the tiniest squares (you can only fold any piece of paper 6-7 times 🤓). I also like not understanding what the light is up to, although I suspect it’s a little miffed, well done.

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      saynotoclowns says:

      “sweet cameo” thanks Steve, that made me smile.

      (hmmm you know, I used to love folding them too…I wonder why I stopped…thanks for the reminder…good times.)

      I think you could be right about the light… 🤓
      Thanks Steve.

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