Thursday, October 26, 2017

In which Primo is a Bad Muffin Eater

That is what my lovely aunt Pat presented to us when Primo and I stopped in to see her and my uncle Hank. (Hank is my dad's brother.)

Aunt Pat, if you will remember, is the angel who made a pitcher of Old Fashioneds for my dad's going-away party when he was in the hospice. He was less than a week from dying. We have everyone who could come - he was in the hospital 35 miles from the town where he and my mom grew up and where much of my family still lives today - join us in his room at the hospice.

We had a bottle of champagne and Pat's Old Fashioneds - because my dad had said she always did make the best Old Fashioneds - and we talked about everyone he would see in heaven, including his father, his best friend, who had died in a ship's fire in 1967, and our cat. (That's my sister feeding O'Malley in the photo below.)

I don't think the death of a 62 year old man who was loved pretty much universally is a good thing, but if you can have a good death, my dad's death was OK. He was surrounded by people who loved him and whom he loved and he knew he was loved.

Aside - my uncle John, who is in his mid 50s, was diagnosed with multiple myeloma a year ago. He is doing well after his bone marrow transplant next month and we are full of hope. But last year, he told my mom, his sister, that if he died, he wouldn't feel cheated. He said he had had a good life with good people and felt as if he had been lucky.

Back to my aunt Pat.

Primo and I went to see her and my uncle. They are a hoot. My uncle used to drive the beer delivery truck to Milwaukee when they were dating and they would go to Milwaukee to visit relatives and go out. I asked if they had read the book, Dirty Helen, a memoir by a madam who had a bar in Milwaukee.

Oh honey. They had been to her bar!

One cannot visit one of my relatives without having food offered to you immediately. You walk in the door and are offered food and drink. You are fussed over and great attention is paid to your comfort.

(Which is one of the reasons I was so confused the first time I met Sly and Doris. I was a guest in their home and they offered me nothing! That was not The Song of My People. We feed guests. It is what we do.)

Pat brought us water and a plate of muffins - blueberry and bran.

Primo, as you all know, doesn't like anything that ends with "-erry," although he will eat tendon and tripe.

He is weird.

Primo started eating his muffin - and discovered raisins.

So he carefully picked them all out and left them on his plate. (Which is photo #1.) You can see the raisins stacked neatly on the right side of the plate.

Like I said. Weird.

"What are you doing?" asked Pat.

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't like raisins," Primo said guiltily.

"Oh," she said.

"He is a Bad Muffin Eater," I explained.

"What is a Bad Muffin Eater?" 

So we told her the story of how Sly was upset about how I eat my bacon.

She almost fell to the floor laughing.

When we left, she gave us six muffins and two jars of homemade pickles.

Because that's how My People are.

Dang. No wonder Primo was depressed thinking about his parents and the crummy family hand he was dealt.

Below is the sausage my cousin gave us. Yes, that entire cooler is filled with venison summer sausage, breakfast sausage, and bratwurst. I think those are some of their hot dogs as well and of course there is venison bacon.

I won the Family Lottery. Not because they give me stuff, but because they are kind, thoughtful people whose presence enriches my life.

(The cousin who gave us the sausage? She is the one who drove 70 miles round trip to the hospice when we were staying there with my dad in the last few days to bring us supper. That's the kind of people I have in my family. Man. I am so, so lucky.)

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  1. Can't see first 2 pictures - only the cat and the cooler.

    1. Stupid blogger. It will let me paste photos into the space and it will show them in the preview, but then no photos! Looks like I always have to save them to my hard drive and then upload. Thanks for the extra steps, blogger!

  2. My aunt in TX will be 85 in 2 weeks. She still has a garden and puts up a ton of food every year (including 2 types of bread & butter pickles - the normal ones & some with some jalapenos - not too hot, just right - and the most awesome fig preserves ever - which she showers on us on our visits).

    If there is ever WW3, if we can just make it to her house, we are set. She has 4 freezers, 3 refrigerators and enough canned food (store bought and personally canned) to feed her extended family of 26 for eternity. Seriously - the only thing she HAS to get from the store is milk.

    I think Your People and My People (at least my dad's side) would cook well together!

  3. Try You may have to set up an account, but when you link to the photos you upload there, they are 100% public, but there is no way to associate that photo with your account, so you won't have to worry about either privacy or access, the way you do with Facebook.

  4. You definitely got The Good Family.

    1. Yes, I did. I didn't know how lucky I am until I met Primo's family. I just took it for granted that of course everyone had nice parents and nice relatives. I do not take it for granted anymore.

  5. I am 73 and have had multiple myeloma for 8 years. It was discovered right after I retired. I adopted a little dog (my first), and moved to a smaller place in a new neighborhood. Last year I was given the OK for a stem cell transplant despite my "advanced age". My hair is growing back like crazy and I am a happy lady. Please give my best regards to your uncle. He sounds like a champ. He might want to check out the Myeloma Beacon on line
    Nice articles written by others w/MM.

  6. Slightly O/T question... Was the friend who died in the ship fire in 1967 on the Forrestal?