The Story of Two (ii)
Düsseldorf, Tuesday, 12.10.1999, 10:02 pm
Cont’d from (i)
After teaching Toshie, I rushed to the supermarket to get glucose and castor sugar for the syrup. REWE was closed already. I drove to OTTO MESS. It was still open. Got my stuff and dashed home to my chestnuts.
What a wonderful picture! All these naked chestnuts of different shapes and sizes. I began to put them into the big pot, taking very much care not to break them and feeling very proud of myself that out of so many I had only broken seven or eight.
On one hotplate simmered the chestnuts, on another I prepared dinner. A big Kohlrabi for only 39 Pfennig, plus the rest of the brown mushrooms I bought for our never-appearing guests last week. To make it a fine dish, I added some sour cream. Macaroni fried in olive oil and chives. A nutritious and economical dinner. All ready in 20 minutes.
Now, Otmar the non-vegetarian could not do without meat.
I looked into the big pot. Some chestnuts were breaking up. I turned off the fire, wanted to pour out the water but decided to warm up some minced meat for Otamr instead. The chestnuts could wait, or so I thought.
Dinner lasted only two minutes. But even then it was already too late. The chestnuts looked as if they had gone through an earthquake. Only two survived!
I refused to give up, digging out whatever that could be saved and put these pieces into the syrup as planned.
The rest was made into ‘chestnut chutney a la maison’. Instead of vinegar, I put in some red wine and cherry brandy. To make it something special I chopped up my last piece of ginger and mixed it with the chestnut and syrup.
Otmar was tasting my chutney when I asked him what his daily happy incident was today. We have started doing that for some days now. I think it fun to look at the half-full part of the glass of Life together. A few days ago he told me how he was eating a folded up pizza in the sun; and another day: he got praised by his boss and his colleagues. I was thinking today he might say: trying out this hard-earned product of mine made from the chestnuts we picked together.
Well, today his happy incident was eating out with this colleague whose wife gave birth to triplets some time ago. He got treated to a yum yum curry chicken sandwich by the proud father.
He did not ask me what my happy incident was. Probably he was thinking that with me feeling so sad about all the chestnuts being kaput, I might not have anything happy to tell…
But if he had asked me, I would have told him that my happy incident for today was that I found two whole chestnuts among the debris.
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