Protein, Butter (Lettuce) and Jam (Mustard). Lightly toasted sourdough bread to soak up the lima stew and assert all its rich herbaceous-ness. Working hard means replenishment eating. Reading Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange, makes me hungry. Fast sandwich I'm starving this great!
Home-brew ginger honeysuckle (natural sweet) tea, iced, chase it down. The lettuce is toothsome fresh. On Spotify Maisie Peters, Favourite Ex. On page 262 of the book the author said: "I only ask that you show moderation in all things, remembering who it is that you are celebrating- without whom there could be no harvest and no rejoicing..."
The cutlery scooping the artisanal dijon is a sound of gastronomy. Whole Foods bans Nutella. If I could couch surf again (grad-school backpacking) tomorrow on the fly I would fly Singapore Airlines now to Ubud, Bali and call my coffee-roaster friend Wayan when I land at the airport and eat tempeh and cook with him.
Braising tomatoes is a beautiful witchery with wooden spoon. And legumes in it are like gifts from Aphrodite. My running shoes are size-10 red K-Swiss. And there's a surfboard in my room. There's a reason to be hungry like this when the mountain has treated you good.
A bruised mango rolled on the hill road. I was hitchhiking in Cameron Highlands and jumped on the pickup truck for the plantation tea (ca. sweltering summer of 2010). I eat to live. There was a poet with an anthropological story about "the savages" he lived with, and harvested rice paddy snails.
Golden Mountain (S.Korea) was the name of the Buddhist temple it called on, akin to the color of these beans I flavored love. I could've been born to dream- at the blooming of a magnolia a thousand years ago. My van overheated passing Kamehameha Hwy today. And I stopped on the road and cooled down.
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