Today I’m feeling tentative, uneven. I’m herding the kids toward the car to go do the shopping and although I want to feel strong and determined.. I don’t. I finally accept my wobbly self and head into the market. Just as i decide to let myself be, my eye catches a huge pile of broad beans
and my mind takes me right were I need to be.
I’m a five year old sitting on my Babbo’s (my father’s) lap, breaking the furry skin off a baccello (broad bean). He pulls the outer jacket of the pod off to find a deep green been inside. I do the same and then we pop it into our mouths followed by a hunk of pecorino. His arms are warm around me and just like the broad been has its protective jacket, I have mine.
Needless to say I came home with a big bag of baccelli. Then sat outside with Coco unwrapping beans and watching my past find a bridge into my present.
As Coco says “vegetables make you strong mamma!”
A Few Baccelli
And a splash of Memory