Once Lost, Never Reclaimed.

I was cooking a turkey roast earlier, and was preparing the gravy, from the packet included with the bird bit. I had rice going in another pot, and some cream corn heating in the microwave. I had the great idea of adding some minced, dried onion (from those little shaker spice containers) to the gravy; I had this image in my mind of perfect brown gravy swimming with pieces of onion.

It didn't happen, of course. the gravy tasted fine, and the onion added a fine taste, but the small minced bits didn't swell up to their previous glory. I guess I didn't really expect them to do it, but the image was there.

I forgot for a moment, that some things, once they're lost, can't be reclaimed.

I've been seasoned myself, over the years. I've made friends with both the true and the false -- those whose friendship was as plump as a fresh onion slice and those for whom it had withered down to a flavored husk. Betrayal happens, and sometimes the flavor it elicits in us is sweet and strong, regardless of the source.

When I start a friendship, I hope for thick, juicy chopped onion squares. Sometimes that's exactly what I get. Other times I am just hoping against hope that these small, dried onion flakes will be miraculously healed. It's foolish, but I keep hoping.

Posted: Mon - June 5, 2006 at 10:09 PM

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Once Lost, Never Reclaimed.