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Sunday, September 13, 2020


This classic sandwich is a remake fresh with ripe avocado chunks, pitted green olive halves, and torn basil leaves. And for seasoning: ground black pepper, lime juice and olive oil to taste, very simple, and no salt was added since the briny flavor from the Italian castelvetranos will do justice to the spread. It was a marvelous filling on lightly toasted Japanese milk bread, cut diner-style (as photo shows), and instead of side fries on the plate, this cook substituted roasted peanuts to offer a health-intentioned option. I had never thought of olives to combine with avocado before— so this surprise “guacamole” was a revelation, and I loved its toothsome savor. Try it! (You don’t have to triple the bread, two would suffice. Slicing to club triangles, the sandwich will make up for the presentation de rigueur, just nicely arrange the pieces as a lump sum of all their sides face up, and angled. This is, without exaggeration, "a midsummer night’s" ambrosia, and you will delight in its delicious spell (like in the play). Imagination subjectively helps. The roasted peanuts with chili flakes came through as a great combo for the club. In the play think of acorn pine nuts, forest fruits and pan de sal banquets for pucks. Don't forget the tea-wine to enrich the (your) spirit, and to chase out your dreams.
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On the 13th of October, 2007, something very special happened inside a church in Jeonju, S. Korea: a poetry club was born. Next month exactly on this day this year, THE CLUB will be celebrating its 13th anniversary. The beauty of this coincidence is in the semantics that, for this fraternity, poetry lives on to the calendar. Imagine by reminisce an old church welcoming a group of young romantics who were given a private mantle, a study, to search through words beyond the confines of faith— to be pilgrims for “active knowledge” and to “sail beyond the sunset”; the hunger of their souls was their wild grace. Poetry is hard to break. The bond is predetermined. And the poets of this class knew their fate. The master fed them for life.        

Red Moon said...

Who would ever think of avocado and olives? I should give justice to my avocados that’s been in my refrigerator for a week now and not to mention those olives that my Mom loved and has been sitting inside the same refrigerator staring at me... (the truth is, I really don’t know what to do with it). For breakfast, it will be served... (that’s tomorrow).
Thank you... I love your presentation. ❤️💛

Red Moon said...

p.s. Cheers to THE CLUB on its 13th Anniversary!!!

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