Just made a batch of split pea soup.
From the time I was five until I was probably ten, I ate so much Campbell's pea soup (plain and split pea with ham) that my family called me "Little Pea."
I haven't had a can of Campbell's for probably twenty years and now I only eat homemade about once a year. But every time I do, I think of how much it was favorite food and how now I think it's just okay. And how it doesn't seem right that my taste buds should have changed so profoundly.
I don't really know what pea soup has to do with J.D. Salinger, except that I'm nostalgic about him too. The first literary author I really fell in love with. At fifteen, I read everything he'd written and was disappointed that I couldn't get my hands on more. But like pea soup, when I went back to him as an adult, he didn't speak to me in the same way. I didn't fall in love again. My tastes had changed.
Still, he was brilliant. And Adam Gopnik wrote a wonderful obit for him in the New Yorker. J.D. Salinger
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Balls
I keep my To Do lists, book ideas, research, and pretty much everything else in my stickies on my computer. While cleaning them out today, I discovered a quote from my then four year old son:
"Do you think the bouncy people who make bouncy balls, made this the bounciest ball ever?"
He came bouncing in the bedroom that morning, bouncing a ball meant to go 75 feet in the air. Later that day we bounced it over the house into the back field, and never saw it again. So yes, I do think the bouncy people who make bouncy balls, made that the bounciest ball ever.
"Do you think the bouncy people who make bouncy balls, made this the bounciest ball ever?"
He came bouncing in the bedroom that morning, bouncing a ball meant to go 75 feet in the air. Later that day we bounced it over the house into the back field, and never saw it again. So yes, I do think the bouncy people who make bouncy balls, made that the bounciest ball ever.
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