Table objects….onions and red potatoes; they remind me of my mam-maw. Her hands would always smell of onions to me from her either picking them from the garden or cooking with them in the kitchen. She would leave a trail of the musky scent throughout her journey about the house. Leaving the onion smell lingering on the stir spoon, sink handles – basically anything you were going to touch, and it would prompt my lil fingers to go straight to my nose making a “What is that smell” face.
It’s a memory I miss but one that floods my brain when I catch the aroma of a summer onion.
Making the familiar a little unfamiliar with a texture post process……makes me miss the familiarity of my mam-maw.
Sparkle and Spur
“Follow your bliss.” ~Joseph Campbell