I am working on a series of short stories- memories from my childhood. I am interested in the role of memory, more specifically trauma, how it plays out in our body, how we understand ourselves and how it may impact relationships. I’m playing around with ideas for recipes to go along with them, as food also conveys very visceral feelings.
My dad had a boat, he loved to go fishing. Originally from Saskatchewan, he was a prairie boy with a hankering for travel and the open water. When I was 4 or 5 he would wake me up early to go fishing with him, before it was even light out. We lived in Maple Ridge just outside of Vancouver but still an hour + from marinas that he could launch his boat from- Ever so faint is the memory- those were in Port Moody. I am still in love with jagged coastlines, rocky coves and seaweed slicked stones. After one of our trips, back in our yard, my dad was cleaning out his boat and flushing the outboard motor, and a wee little purple crab came tumbling off. I tried to save it and keep it as a pet. ( Recipe idea- Fish and Chips)
The following image is a work in Progress.
The Purple Shore Crab