I wasn’t going to participate this week as I’m just so darn sick. But the story kept running around in my fuzzy brain and insisted I wrote it. Plus my body is tired of lying down, though I am going right back to that position after I hit publish. I so wanted to find a picture of Matante Bertha and Mémère together but didn’t have the energy to go through the albums so, you’ll have to make do with my grandmother and me 😉 Needless to say, there is no way in hell I could “matchy-matchy” this photo!
When Natural Was Normal
Honestly. What has the world come to? Once upon a time all eggs were free range and all beef was grass-fed. Now? You have to pay a premium to get your food in its natural form. As for proper milk? No longer available here in Canada.
I remember going up to Mémère’s when she’d get her milk from her sister, Matante Bertha, who’d put it into glass bottles. I never knew how long it took for the cream to separate from the milk. That luscious, thick, pure cream… My mouth waters at the memory. Mémère would get us to pick fresh raspberries from her garden, which we would carefully pick through (unlike my cousin Mike who ended up with a bowl full of worms!) and put them into a bowl. Then Mémère would sprinkle some sugar and spoon that fresh cream onto the berries. Yum!
We’ll never get those days back!
*Mémère means Granny
*Matante is how we say Aunt or Auntie in my family. Though it should be written in two words as in ma tante (my aunt); many of us in Quebec have put the two together to form a single endearment. We even go so far as to say Ma Matante Bertha… 🙂