Monday, March 22, 2010

Ornate Parisian Dish


"Ornate Parisian Dish" by Scott

I sat at the end of the table closest to the bottom step where my father's cat sat lurching, heaving, struggling to clear his stomach of some wretched undigested mass. He usually uses a spatula to scrape it from the top of the dark blue carpet after it comes up. This story makes her pregnant belly ache because she laughs so hard.

Three years ago in the hospital delivery room I reached under the plastic and grabbed a sterile bowl for her in case she needed it. It is normally used to hold the placenta afterward. The nurse was irritated.

I got up from the table and grabbed a glass bowl that held only a remote control, and I placed the bowl on the carpet in front of him. We had brought it from Paris. There were several small pieces of meat alongside two long green stalks, all covered with a shiny brown sauce.

Delicious.

Some mothers eat the placenta after birth. My mother washed the dish. It was her birthday.


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