". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Food For the Gods

Potato Salad.

The old Romans appreciated their lettuces and salads and crunchy vegetables even in poetry.

They knew their vinegars.  They had eggs.  Surely they had something that was mayonnaise or very like.

They had onions, celery and parsley -- you name it, they had it.

Except, they had no potatoes.

I do, and we have achieved a potato salad worthy of the gods, even if I am she who so deems the worthiness.

We have melon.  We have ham.  We have a green salad.  We're ready for 90 degrees.


K. said...

Now that you have my mouth watering, where's the recipe?

Foxessa said...

I don't have a recipe. It's all what's on hand, how I feel, how it eyeballs, scent, what I feel like.

This one had green bell pepper, chinese celery (no onion as raw onion does not agree with No. 1 Devourer), 4 /12 free range boiled eggs, both rice and apple cider vinegars, about two and a quarter lbs. of very high quality potatoes (these are what matter most, and secondly, the crunchy choices), and -- horrors! Hellman's non-fat mayonnaise. Salt and black pepper to suit, i.e. me none and Him both, particulaly copiously the black pepper.

Love, C.