Have you seen Amélie? (If not, please do.) There’s a part at the beginning where they introduce her and her parents by describing first what they hate and then what they love. As good a litmus test as any, I think. Amélie loves dipping her hands deep into bags of beans and grains. She hates it when drivers in old movies don’t watch the road while they’re driving.
Amélie’s Dad hates clingy swimsuits and likes to take everything out of his toolbox, clean it, and then put everything back in. Likewise her Mom likes to take everything out of her purse, clean it, and put everything back in. (She hates it when her fingers and toes get all wrinkly in the tub.)
I imagine if I were to be described in this manner it would go something like:
She hates it when people eat black licorice within fifty yards of her.
She likes to take everything out of her freezer, clean it, and then put everything back in.
One day awhile ago I was doing just that, the emptying-out part, anyway, and exclaimed when I got to the back, “oh! we have chocolate gelato!”
Mike, without missing even one second, replied, “if I had a gelato shop I would call it Gepetto’s Gelato. And underneath the sign it would say in brackets (formerly Pinocchio’s Panini). And when people came in to ask what happened to Pinocchio’s Panini, I’d answer ‘let’s just say that little wooden boys shouldn’t work around hot ovens.'”
So that’s Mike.
Mike loves lemon. Lemon pies, lemon bars, lemon-cranberry muffins and loaves. So I chopped up some of those sweet preserved lemons and stirred them into lemon pound cake batter, made with half the butter and a little canola oil for good measure, and they melted right in. Oh the plans I have for these.
One Year Ago: Rosemary Raisin Pecan Crisps