January 20, 2010
My friend MJ recently wrote about a candy dish, and it reminded me of my mom’s. Laurette too, had an omnipresent candy dish on the coffee table. Hers was a glass number with a lid, usually filled with Christmas candy. By June its contents had morphed into a colourful Lego-like clump. Just by picking one you could lift the entire load right out of the bowl. Occasionally to placate her mother in law she would replace them with humbugs or spearmint leaves. Mémé, by then a tiny cranky raisin, guarded those green ones like a Chiwawa would her Snausages.