Words Sometimes Come Easy

Sadly, as you know, I am not a creative person.

But River´s words... one of them... gave my mind a push, "hey, don´t you remember?!!!"

 

The words are: 1. hypnotic 2. case 3. promise 4. wild 5. ceiling fan 6. burgers and shakes 7. canvas 8. garlic

Yes, I do, remember. Golgath. I think that was the name (I could not read yet).

Grandma, who moved from Hamburg-area to us when my Bro was due to help raise us, always took me along.

 

My maternal family is "fish-head", from originally near Königsberg (Kaliningrad), then Hamburg-area, they all love seafood.

Help me, please, it was a pain. The little store at the end of our road.

On hot summer days you knew what was going to happen.

 

 

It was hypnotic - for the nose at first. Then the eyes. The old ceiling fan - Ingo calls these things "Miefquirl", it only spread the smell of fish around, all out into the street.

It didn´t cool at all.

 

So. Imagine a nearly 5-year old staring disgusted at that fan... me.

I have my Dad´s genes, fish only if I have to. 

 

Grandma once bought very, very fresh eel there. 

Cut into pieces, some jumped out of the hot pan, dancing, jumping, right in front of me, wild, not really dead pieces... I screamed my head off, Mum came to the "rescue" and I was not allowed in the kitchen anymore for a loooong time, yes, that was the case...

 

No way I learned to cook, hence, but I had a canvas to sketch on. Some pieces even ended up on my parent´s walls, OK, two, let´s not exaggerate. And by that time I was already a teenager.

 

When Ingo was in hospital I promised myself to brave up and... cook. It even was yummy and after I lost my total fear of heat, I enjoy cooking and even baking.

Just no garlic! The smell alone makes me sick, no Mief-Quirl can put that away!

 

I come from a small city and honestly... I cannot remember when I had my first burger! 

There was no fancy Maccas or such in "town".

There STILL is not, as far as I know, I remember a private burger shop say 10 years ago, but that is gone. I think. Wasn´t there in ages.

 

But I can show you the YUMMIEST one with the HAPPIEST man:

 

 Pic from another story I wrote for River, btw :-)

And sadly we have nothing like Grill´d here...

 

And shakes? Hmmm. We had what we call an Eisdiele,  a little "ice cream parlor", not far away from the fishes.

Not much into sweets here, but when my cousin from... near Hamburg! - visited, we sometimes went and I remember many a banana-split. 

 

Oh, boy, this is from very long ago, thank you for the memories, River, the smell of that store is right in my nose!!! 😉

They also had fruit and veggies cramped in on the other side, but Granma only took the fish, wrapped up in old newspaper-pages. No one cared about the ink back then. 

 

Henry(´s cousin) 🦁

 

 HA! We have our own now!