corner view ≈ mother

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i have always felt rather attracted to morose songs about mother, ranging from pink floyd's to morrissey's. not your average feel good mum hymns, which has its reasons. 
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{img: mum's fork. she won't budge, has been using the same one for over 30 years now}.

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thankfully, these days i've come to frown back upon the days past and simply love mother. for all that she's worth, and in gratitude for being the beginning of me.
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{img: brussels endives, caramalized in farmer's butter, strictly no sugar added. plenty of black pepper. mum's unfailing recipe}. 
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joyce's choice, on jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

19 comments :

  1. The fork is a lovely detail of your mother.

    Happy day to you!

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  2. I'm learning to appreciate my Mum more these days too Woolfy, after all the days of teenage angst are LONG past for me!

    p.s. endives look delicious x

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  3. Those look so good and your fork is lovely, along with the sentiment.....

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  4. I understand your Mum: I have one mug that is my favourite and I'm planning to use it as long as possible. No one's allowed to drink from it :-)

    That dish looks so delicious!

    Thank you for sharing
    xxx

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  5. I love that your mum has been using the same fork for years - my mum had a butter knife which was the only knife to be used when spreading butter - its now passed onto my sister.

    http://hibiscusbloem.blogspot.com/2012/05/corner-view-mother.html

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  6. I just love Pink Floydd, good thing I know the song, because [ as being a good Mom...hahaha] I gave my boxes to my daughter, so i have no sound!~

    And the recipe looks nice, especially with your mom's fork nearby!
    xx

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  7. Looking back is key here, isn't it? I too can understand the whole Mummy business better now. Doesn't mean that it was pleasant. But hey, she's Mum, and I'll love her nevertheless.

    (Love the recipe.)

    Nicki

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  8. The fork shape is unusual, and the recipe sounds interesting! And I like those songs too. Indeed with age we change perspective.

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  9. that fork cracks me up ! i guess she knows what she likes ... :)

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  10. I had to sit and think for a minute to remember the Morrisey/Smiths song. And now I can't stop singing it and scaring my poor dogs!

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  11. The lack of fussiness in using the same fork for so long reminds me of my mom.

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  12. i dont blame her man, i mean look at it.
    that is one helluva fork.
    its even like a sfork or a kfork, with those
    cutting cusps, me myself i stab my cheek with these
    sfork kforks, causing much damage.
    i suppose your mum after those years has it right
    down pat. x

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  13. ". . . frown back on the days past and simply love mother. . ." I think you've hit one of the keys to sanity in the mother/daughter relationship. For me, it's a sifing through--cherishing the good and shrugging and letting go of the bad. Motherhood is a walk through imperfection, always striving for, but never reaching the perfect mark --- if we did hit perfection, we wouldn't be human.

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  14. Yup, bo budging will help with this. My great uncle Horatio had his favourite silver spoon he used to stir his tea. Around and around and around until I wanted to grab his hand to make him stop! Half of the spoon was worn away when he passed on at 99!

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  15. I must work on an unfailing recipe to share with my kids! :)

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  16. Now that looks delicious! Must try.
    And your "mother" songs are a couple of my favorites. Good taste, you!
    The fork is wonderful.

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  17. What lovely reflections on your mother - you know, that fork is actually quite beautiful and that meal looks absolutely divine. I too am learning to love my mum for all that she is - and for being the beginning of me. So beautifully put Nadine - as always.

    Karyn xx

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  18. those endives look very good :)

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