Monday Memories: Delicious Perfume

“Mom, you said we can make Chinese french fries today,” Zach reminded me at least five times today.

His persistent pleas reminded me of what special place those fries have in our hearts.  They were one of the few bright lights amongst the misery that marked our first year of homeschooling.  The following post, for Monday Memories, describes that early – and rare – success.

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Delicious Perfume, originally posted October, 2010

Last year, Barefoot Books came out with their first children’s novel, Little Leap Forward: A Boy in Beijing. I bought it in anticipation of our trip to China over the summer.  But as I read it to the boys, they couldn’t follow along.  There were too many cultural references that eluded them.  Frankly, I couldn’t follow it much better.

I took it out to try it again last week.

The first sentence read, When I was a little boy, I lived in an old courtyard in Beijing, China, between the Drum Tower, the Bell Tower and the river.

The boys’ eyes widened when I said Beijing and after the first sentence, they shouted, “We went to the Bell and Drum Towers!”

Throughout the first chapter, we connected the book to our trip.  Sometimes, they remembered the trip, and it helped them hook in to the story.   Sometimes, they didn’t remember, and I could use the book to help them dredge up memories from China.

While we read, we got out the computer to look at our pictures of: The Drum and Bell Towers, silkworms, hutongs, Mao, courtyards, instruments with two strings, stone lions, and sloping roofs with tiles shaped like waves.

It made me feel better about the gazillion dollars we spent to go to China.  It made me feel better about the gazillion pictures Jeff took. (“Why do we need to have a picture of roof tiles?  Who wants to remember roof tiles?” I kept asking him.)  And it definitely made me feel better about homeschooling. The experience provided fifteen of the few minutes last week that didn’t completely suck.

Today, in chapter 4, Little Leap Forward made fried potatoes with his sister.  When I suggested we follow the directions from the book, I got a lot of resistance.

“I hate potatoes!” and “We’re supposed to be doing schoolwork.”

But I persisted, we had a blast, and the potatoes were DELICIOUS!

Only one person cried today. (Should I just give up on handwriting?)

Here are the directions if you want to try it:

Cut up a few potatoes into “matchsticks,” and slice a few green onions (We used a leek.)

I stood back and watched my sister heating our wok on our coal stove and drizzling a little of our precious peanut oil inside… (stuff about rationing food)…When the oil was hot and beginning to smoke Swallow added some finely chopped spring onion which made a swooshing sound, followed by potato, which made a dramatic sound like a clash of cymbals.  Then came the magical bit: a tiny sprinkling of white sugar from one parcel, a few pinches of crushed rock salt from another, a drizzle of soy sauce from one bottle and dark rice vinegar from another, and finally, three drops of sesame seed oil, like liquid gold from another.  The air was filled with delicious perfume.

Yes it was.

About Tara Edelschick

Right now, Tara is on sabbatical in Costa Rica. She is sleeping more, and exercising and flossing every day for the first time in her life. She is enjoying her husband, her boys, and Nafisa (the daughter she never had) more than she ever has. And she is learning to rest in the arms of the one who doesn't rank you based on how many things you can cross off your list at the end of the day. Follow her on Twitter@TaraWonders.


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