Steavenson family memories are food memoriesby Wendell Steavenson / July 19, 2017 / Leave a comment
Published in August 2017 issue of Prospect Magazine
The last time Dad was released from hospital we thought we were taking him home to die. He was very weak and confused. He could barely sit up on the edge of the bed to eat, two of us sat on either side to steady him. We fed him chicken broth and mashed potato, pastina with a little butter, yogurt and honey. He could not hold a spoon. On the third day I asked him if he would like an aperitif. He looked up with a smile and said clearly and emphatically, “Campari!”
Miraculously, he recovered from this crisis. He was still in a wheelchair and needed dialysis twice a day for his failing kidneys, but, having moved into the palliative zone, we cut down on the medication and he was sparkier and less muddle-headed than he had been for weeks. Two months later, to celebrate his 82nd birthday, he conceived the idea of inviting a few friends to a private tour of his favourite museum, the Wallace Collection.
Afterwards we had a lunch party at home. Mum made lobster salad; I made a three tier Campari-and-orange cake. At one point during the prep, Mum had been up to her elbows in green slimy lobster muck for two hours, carefully pulling whole claws from the shell, and she was exhausted.