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8/23/08 - Caramelized Chicken Wings.
I remember sensations.
Completely. Involuntarily. Obsessively.
These days in spite of the heat, I keep recalling a certain winter chill. Often while going about my daily business, I would suddenly feel - or rather, seem to feel - frigid air on my skin.
That phantom memory of a sensation would then trigger a chain of others: the energy of a packed Irish pub, Christmas lights against wooden walls, the aroma of caramelized wings between my teeth, and Mariah Carey’s “Always Be My Baby” playing in the background. In the center of all these sensations, I see an acquaintance of mine dancing with her boyfriend.
Random? Yes, very. Even for me.
Until recently, I had entirely forgotten about that night because it wasn’t one I had especially enjoyed, and the dancing couple are just people I know in passing. Yet the memory latches onto me, visiting all my senses without invitation.
The more it happens, the more I remember how the boy and the girl looked at each other, their smiles almost shy.
On a different note, I made these wings to boost morale for our pre-move-in cleanup mania. As of yesterday, we are finally all settled in. I still have boxes to unpack but it’s already feeling like home. Our home.
