I have posted the recipe for Mama Mediterranean Salad before-but I was just thinking about it. I am about to go on a business trip and was looking at the online menus. One restaurant features so many things I love that it will be hard to choose. Among them, crab soup and “Maryland Crab Cakes” but since the restaurant is in Atlanta and a fussy one-they won’t be anything like a real Maryland crab cake-so I am safe there. (good thing, since crab turns my chin purple-not the look for a business meeting)
Then a friend and I were discussing Virginia, Maryland, DC and my being “home sick” though home hasn’t been there in 20 years. I said flying into National was at once wonderful and horrible. It truly is one of the best places to land-at least I think so.
I explained that DC to me is the museums my parents took us to constantly. My father wanted educated, knowlegeable children and the museums were free. He saw no reason why this activity was not part of all my classmates weekends. Now it has been forever since I have been to the museums-close to the two decades since I moved away…I feel uneasy when I look at the Smithsonian sites and see that things have been rearranged, remodeled, changed but still know that I can count on that magic that those museums hold for me.
I spoke about my family’s Independence Day routine-in the city early, fruit from the fruit stall, visit the Archives, watch the parade, hear the Declaration of Independence read-complete with cannon fire. Then museum break, followed by the folk life festival on the Mall. Then grab the picnic from the car-visit the botanical gardens and use the bathroom. Then a picnic on the Capitol lawn-with the symphony, the guest stars, and fireworks over the Washington monument. Our family-in later years dressed in matching red, white and blue shirts. Usually a boyfriend or two in those years as well.
The salad linked above is part of that story-a very small part of it…but a token to remember it.