was on my 'to do' list yesterday. My first stop was to buy 2 heavy loaves of sesame seed coated spelt bread kneaded by strong hands at a biological co-op farm nearby. The tall, clean looking farmer with kind words passing his beard-framed lips answered my "how many families run this co-op" etc. questions with pleasure. I don't know how our conversation reached the point where I said "I will if I remember". That's when he started praising the effects of coconut oil. It being very good for avoiding short memory lapses and even keeping Alzheimer's away. As he asked "will you remember?" he slipped me this note
We both had a good laugh as I slipped it into the bag containing the breads.
Then, Mr. K. and I bumped into each other as we were looking at a display of mushrooms.
"Oh, the chef is checking out the mushrooms" I exclaimed. He does not know me but everybody knows him. I remember him parading though the banquet room to a roaring applause of us diners after a 7-course meal. You know what I said to him? No? You'll never guess. I cleared my throat and said "when I left the house I told myself that if I meet a chef at the market I will ask him...and you know what, I forgot the question". Mr. K. laughed and consoled me with "I am to be found here each Saturday".
We parted and a few tables away I stopped here
I looked for him everywhere, going back to where I came from but no Mr. K-chef was to be found.
Very disappointed I walked back to my car parked in the parking lot of a big surface food store. I saw him from far and started waving my arms in the air as I was walking towards him. I told him how I came to remember and put my question to him. I think he is my age, retired now. We 'Golden Agers' are so nice to each other. He thinks that all garlic sold at the market is good and suggested I never cut it into small pieces but always squeeze it open before adding it to any dish and added with a smile "if that does not work it could be your taste buds".