creamed with boiled potatoes and kumquats.
Kula Farmers Market in upcountry had me at arrival. The ingredients were there like "plants." I'm a garden lover. I surveyed the flowers and the soil, and health in their scent I handpicked. The oregano was wild. Cooking to imagine comes together by touch. A bouquet of nasturtium leaves chopped with spinach. Aha. The consciousness of a remembered present to be me again (borrowing Gerald Edelman's theory of primary perception, in his book I'm reading these days). When the kumquats are macerated in the oven, under the fork they will liven the dish when you press. Inspiration is love you take with you anywhere. Poetry is a means to food. I cook. You twirl on the plate, you feed, you are your soul's mate, and that's how it's going to be now. Harvest. Share. Write. It's time.
Kula Farmers Market in upcountry had me at arrival. The ingredients were there like "plants." I'm a garden lover. I surveyed the flowers and the soil, and health in their scent I handpicked. The oregano was wild. Cooking to imagine comes together by touch. A bouquet of nasturtium leaves chopped with spinach. Aha. The consciousness of a remembered present to be me again (borrowing Gerald Edelman's theory of primary perception, in his book I'm reading these days). When the kumquats are macerated in the oven, under the fork they will liven the dish when you press. Inspiration is love you take with you anywhere. Poetry is a means to food. I cook. You twirl on the plate, you feed, you are your soul's mate, and that's how it's going to be now. Harvest. Share. Write. It's time.
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