I grew up in the Appalachian
mountains. In winter, snow fell heavy
and winds whistled down the mountain
slopes. On those days, my mother
whipped up a wonderful breakfast of hot
buckwheat cakes, freshly squeezed
juice and strong black coffee.
The nutty fragrance from the
buckwheat filled up the kitchen. The
aroma of strong black coffee waffled
into the nutty scent. As I sat down,
I savored the taste as my mother poured
rich, Vermont syrup with blueberries on
top of my stack of cakes. Thick syrup
oozed slowly down the cakes and pooled
into my plate. Some of the blueberries
slide down as well but most of them
remained on top to fill my palette with
juiciness. Soon my mouth swished with
all the blended flavors of buckwheat
and blueberries. As I finished my
buckwheat cakes, I washed them down
with the strong coffee ground from
fresh coffee beans.
Finally, my mother produced a bowl
filled with half of a grapefruit topped
with one bright, red strawberry.
Together, the sweetness and tartness
made me smile with delight. The aromas
and tastes quickly dissolved winter's
blast into sunshine.
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