A few years ago, my younger brother & I were reminiscing about our childhood, as siblings often do. We were telling little stories and remembering things we may have forgotten, having a laugh. Out of the blue, my brother says ‘Nostalgia clouds your judgement; nothing is ever as good as you remember.’ I thought this was so funny and jaded for someone so young and had to write this down and I’ve never let him forget that he said that. Every once in a while, I’ll repeat this phrase to him; I’m thinking about getting a t-shirt made for him. Yeah, got to get on that…been saying it for three years now. Note to self – possible Christmas gift (hope brother isn’t reading this).
Anyway, just last weekend, hubby & I were at the grocery store and I came across beef bones with the bone marrow in them. Delighted I was, I tells ya! When I was a kid, weirdly enough, I absolutely loved bone marrow. I mean, what’s up with that?! Though, I did like some strange things – pickled mussels, pickled eggs, pickled cow’s tongues (I mean, ewwwwww)…wouldn’t touch the latter now. Being all nostalgic, I was telling hubby about my love for bone marrow and how I would go right for it if we had a beef roast for supper when I was younger. So, obvi, I bought a pack of the bones and roasted a couple of them in a cast iron pan that weekend. Oh man, I couldn’t wait. I was like a child on Christmas morning.
I took the deliciousness out of the oven and it was like a masterpiece, well, in my mind it was. I tasted a peck on the end of a butter knife and nearly fainted…sooooo good.
Hubby then proceeded to scoop a little out, and said ‘Is that it?’ I said, ‘Yeah.’ He said, ‘But it’s just fat.’ What a bummer. I knew he was right 🙁 Awwwwww, crap. And I busted my butt earlier that day on the treadmill. I just couldn’t eat it then. I couldn’t justify sweating to pieces and then eating all that fatty deliciousness. There it sat all lonely in the pan until it cooled and I placed it in the fridge.
So, to get back to what my brother said, ‘Nostalgia clouds your judgement; nothing is ever as good as you remember.’ Well, I don’t think that that is completely true, because I remember the bone marrow tasting remarkable (and so it is), so my judgement is not clouded, per se. The thing is that now I’m a little older and have more of a guilty conscious if I eat something overly indulgent. It’s not that I’ll never eat bone marrow ever again. It’s now I try to balance. So, if I eat a little more here, then I’ll eat a little less there, you know?
Uhhhh….what a sucker I am. Why can’t I eat all the wonderful things that I would love to all of the time? Why can’t I eat the things I used to in blissful ignorance? Maybe I should have left the beef bones in the grocery store. Or, perhaps I should have just enjoyed them and not over think things too much. Being nostalgic is a good thing; it’s like little gems in your memory. Maybe, sometimes, I would rather my head stuck in the clouds, wearing my rose coloured glasses 🙂 Is it too late to warm up those bones??