When my grandmother died, one of the hardest acts was to empty her pantry.
Food is uncomfortably revealing-
A marker of personality, events, and secret pleasures.
Neatly labeled packages and cans alike all formed a clear and present
Vision of her standing in her pantry, bent over her future meals.
Those acts we use to preserve the food we grow
Canning, smoking, pickling, drying
Bake the memories into the process.
Those jams are from the summer when the sun baked the ground and the sky
Those apples from the cooler August where summer and fall were impossible to separate.
Taste is a powerful connection
A bridge between time and people
The flavour of home-made jam
Both a summer warm with potential
And a now empty pantry
Stripped of taste.
Taste is such an integral connection to people and places.