Tuesday, October 16, 2012

his name was Keith


The first record I bought, purchased with allowance I’d saved up, was the soundtrack to Grease. I wasn’t allowed to see the movie when it came out – I was only eight at the time – but I loved the music. After that, all of my allowance went toward expanding my record collection. Whenever I hear Another One Bites the Dust at a hockey game, I think back to how I used to dance on our brown shag rug to The Game.

As far as I know, “I’d like to learn how to play the viola” never crossed my mind, but somehow I found myself, in Junior High, learning to play. I still remember how Eine kleine Nachtmusik stirred me. The viola section consisted of two of us: me and Keith. I was second chair; Keith was first. Keith was stout, with a mouse colored crew cut and brown plastic glasses. He never talked to me, despite my attempts at chattiness. He gave me sidelong looks whenever I played a wrong note or was slightly off-tempo. Sometimes he would sigh in response to my mistakes. Eventually I gave up the viola, but whether it was due to Keith’s evil eye, I can’t say.

I like to think I’ve raised my boys to love music. I always have something playing in the background at mealtimes. Monday afternoons, they take piano lessons. Their teacher, Amanda, is young and hip; they have as much fun riffing with her as they do learning the music. When Abbott gets assigned a song he loves, he runs with it. For him, this means playing it repeatedly, as fast as he can, improvising his own rhythm. And completely neglecting any other music he’s supposed to be working on. When Amanda called him on it yesterday, based on the fact that he didn’t know the other song he was responsible for at all, Cal was Abbott’s Keith. She asked, “Hey Abbott. Why is it you can’t seem to make it through one of these pieces, and the other you can play with your eyes closed? Haven’t we talked about this before?” Cal sighed, and gave him a sidelong look.

Meal for an autumn evening

When we got home, I put on some music, made myself a ginger sidecar, and started to cook. I took the package of pork chops – center cut, about an inch thick – out of the fridge, opened the butcher paper, and sprinkled them with salt and pepper. I pulled out my cast iron skillet, heated it on the biggest burner for a few minutes, then added a couple of tablespoons of olive oil. Next I added the pork chops, over high heat, and turned them around for several minutes, until they had a nice brown color all over. I added white wine to the skillet, 1/2 cup or so, along with a minced clove of garlic, and let the wine mostly cook off. Then I added some vegetable stock – half a cup – to the skillet, covered it, and let it all cook for about 10 minutes over medium heat, until the chops were tender. I moved them to a plate, added a tablespoon of butter and a tablespoon of freshly squeezed lemon juice to the pan liquid, then poured the mixture over the chops, and garnished with some chopped parsley.

While the meat cooked, I washed a head of cauliflower and separated it into florets. I put the florets in a steamer basket inside a pot with water just below the bottom of the basket, heated the water to boiling, and cooked the cauliflower. When the cauliflower was tender, I gently tossed it with salt and pepper, and a little bit of olive oil, red wine vinegar, and chopped parsley.

3 comments:

country girl said...

That dinner sounds divine.
And I always love hearing little snippets about your life, past or present.
xo

Lecia said...

Thank you, Dawn. I always enjoy hearing from you. xo

KPiep said...

This is out first year with both girls in piano lessons...and it's so much fun! My little one has the talent and e drive...but my eldest is now working a lot harder because she doesn't want h sister to catch up. Win-win!