memories


Faith In Food

Memories stay with us for a reason, a few words spoken long ago, an image taken by the mind, kept and stored until understood.

Tonight we ate vegetable and lentil soup; as I emptied all too trustingly, the packet of lentils into the simmering vegetable, a childhood memory returned to me.

It was in the backyard in Zululand, South Africa, the Zulu woman I called `Gogo` had laid out sheets of newspaper onto which she had spread a packet of pinto beans and in a separate pile a packet of sugar and painstakingly she spent her time sifting through the contents checking for anything that should not be there.

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