Monday, March 8, 2010
Hi Everyone. I thought I'd try playing along with Travis, at I like to Fish, and do a Memoir Monday post. I stumbled across Travis' blog while visiting Erin at The Mother Load.
So, the idea is to tell a story about you. And it has to be true. Otherwise, there are no rules.
I have been thinking about the time I was in Chile lately. The reason, I'm sure, is obvious. Anyway, it was around 1990. My husband was down there for a 6 week course and I flew down for the last week of it. He was staying with a lovely Chilean family. There was a mom, a teenage boy, and a dog. They wanted us to do some cooking. I wasn't the best cook back then, being in my early 20s and not having a lot of experience. I did, however, manage to make a meatloaf. Then we decided to make some chocolate chip cookies. I had brought a dry mix with me. I was in the kitchen stirring the dough with a wooden spoon I'd borrowed from the kitchen drawer. The dough was really stiff, and I broke the spoon. I was freaked. I didn't know if I should tell the lady of the house or not. I wasn't sure if things like that were expensive or not. So, in my panicked state, I decided to hide the broken spoon in the trash and pretend like it never happened. I finished the cookies, which got kind of burnt since I had no idea how to use a gas oven, and never spoke of the broken spoon again. I don't even think I told my husband.
Later the lady of the house gave me the sweater she'd been knitting while we were there. It's a beautiful gold sweater with the puffy sleeves that were all the rage back then. Whenever I see the sweater, I think of the spoon. I wonder how long it took her to notice it was gone. I wonder if she ever suspected that the young American woman had something to do with its disappearance. I wonder if my Catholic upbringing will ever let me let go of the guilt I still have over that stupid spoon. I mean, it's only been 20 years.
Anyway, my heart goes out to the people of Chile during this difficult time. We didn't keep in touch with the family we stayed with. I don't even remember their last name. I hope they are ok.
Thanks for stopping by today!