Friday, August 12, 2011

Who Was She?

I know that she is, or was, French Canadian and that she liked to cook. I learned that much from the person who was running the estate sale. I don't know if she passed away, or simply moved away, but I assume the former since she left her favorite cooking utensils.

I'd have known she liked to cook without even being told - she had almost no books other than cookbooks on her shelves. I know some of these things were favorites because they are well used.

The gratin dish on the left is enameled over metal and just the right size for two people. It is a little battered by years of use - that is part of its charm. The twin pepper mills were made in France - she'd have liked that because of her heritage. They were used all the time - their tidy little basket was full of pepper dust and the mills themselves were almost sticky; I imagine her grabbing one or the other with messy fingers as she cooked. Both were loaded with peppercorns, ready to roll.

The linen tea towel is a map of Canada - even when she moved to California, she kept reminders her homeland. I wondered what brought her here - did she shiver in one too many Quebec winters? Was her husband sent here for a job? Did she come following her children, who migrated out to California looking for adventure? Was San Francisco the only sufficiently food-obsessed American city she could live in? I figure she bought the '50s barbecuing book once she got here. We share a love of Charles Kuralt - his book was one of the few non-cookbooks on her shelves.

The strainer is the finest I've ever owned, perfect for straining soups or sauces. And she had two copies of the Joy of Cooking, one older and one newer than my own, both liberally spattered. I bought both and noted with interest where she placed her many bookmarks in both copies. Maybe I will make some of those recipes in her honor.

There was also a wonderful nutmeg grater, several glass storage jars (the frugal French!) and a single miniature tart pan that she had never used - the price tag is still pristine on the bottom. I wondered if she bought that after her husband died, thinking that she'd treat herself to a little dessert from time to time, but never had the heart to when she was just cooking for herself.

All these questions about a neighbor I never met. She lived just three streets away; I happened by her house while out walking the dog and noticed the estate sale sign. I have imagined a whole story about her and her life - I have even given her a name. Janine. I'm going to enjoy using Janine's things in my kitchen. I'll think of her with a kind of wondering fondness when I do; I'm not sure how one becomes attached to an imagined woman, but I have. Bon appetit, Janine, et merci.

6 Comments:

Blogger Greg said...

You have a great imagination :)The big boy barbecue cookbook...love it.

Friday, August 12, 2011  
Blogger James said...

Well I guess walking in someone's house is kind of like walking in someone's shoes. The things we can learn, or imagine, about people.
As much as I love living in the Bay Area the thing I don't like is that people around here seem distant or fearful of other people, even neighbors.
I'm glad you got to meet one of your neighbors, even if she was no longer there.
Turns out she was 'just good folks' I think. Cheers

Friday, August 12, 2011  
Blogger cookiecrumb said...

Score!
You got some nice loot, and a new, imaginary friend.

Friday, August 12, 2011  
Blogger namastenancy said...

What Cookie said - and another chapter for your book. That was a lovely piece of writing. I am awestruck - and a bit envious.
How funny - today's word verification is almost like the last name of Guy F on the Food Channel - the one with the white hair, the gargantuan appetite and the kind of over-the-top manner.

Friday, August 12, 2011  
Blogger Zoomie said...

Greg, the Big Boy made me laugh, too - couldn't resist it.

James, it's an interesting phenomenon here, isn't it? I have lovely neighbors and have made good, close friends here but I know what you mean about the distance.

Cookiecrumb, made out like a bandit, I did.

Nancy, thanks. I think that's Guy Fieri you are describing. He's a character! It was at one of his places that I first tried planked salmon, so I owe him a debt of gratitude.

Saturday, August 13, 2011  
Blogger kudzu said...

I've been meaning to tell you how much I liked this post. It has all the right elements and works beautifully, without getting sentimental. Thanks for sharing your feelings with us!

Tuesday, August 16, 2011  

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