it's my idio-idio-idiosyncracy
Mar. 19th, 2009 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowI like nutmeg. A lot. It probably comes from spending a large part of third grade on a boat in the Caribbean, and seeing it growing in plantations on Grenada. I picked my own supply of nutmeg at age 9 that I used until I turned 25. That was pretty gratifying. Bananas have some of the same resonance for me, having seen them grow and picked my own, but it isn't the same.
I think nutmeg should be grated fresh in a perfect sprinkle across bananas in a bowl, and onto other things as necessary. Nutmeg pre-grated is an abomination in my kitchen, and I won't have it. I have, instead, a nutmeg grater from my great-aunt's kitchen that predates my mother for sure and might well be over 100 years old. It certainly looks it. It is a fabulous object, and it smells wonderful and it holds spare nutmegs in a little cup in the top, and the blood of the knuckles of my ancestors is in this kitchen gadget.
BUT, I have found a new object, and my knuckles are grateful. It is one of those disposable grinders from the spice department at the Stop&Shop and it is Filled With Nutmeg, and all I have to do is upend it over my bananas and grind it. I can feel the piercing gaze of my extremely proper Bostonian Great Aunt Mary Lee looking over my shoulder bellowing (she was deaf as a post, and she was either barking in a kind of choked whisper, or bellowing) "Your ancestors never did that."
I bet they wish they could.
I think nutmeg should be grated fresh in a perfect sprinkle across bananas in a bowl, and onto other things as necessary. Nutmeg pre-grated is an abomination in my kitchen, and I won't have it. I have, instead, a nutmeg grater from my great-aunt's kitchen that predates my mother for sure and might well be over 100 years old. It certainly looks it. It is a fabulous object, and it smells wonderful and it holds spare nutmegs in a little cup in the top, and the blood of the knuckles of my ancestors is in this kitchen gadget.
BUT, I have found a new object, and my knuckles are grateful. It is one of those disposable grinders from the spice department at the Stop&Shop and it is Filled With Nutmeg, and all I have to do is upend it over my bananas and grind it. I can feel the piercing gaze of my extremely proper Bostonian Great Aunt Mary Lee looking over my shoulder bellowing (she was deaf as a post, and she was either barking in a kind of choked whisper, or bellowing) "Your ancestors never did that."
I bet they wish they could.