21 September 2011


Let us always cook in 
fat rolling bubbles of ghee,
put our faces down
close to the flame
and smell in sweet waves
our sustenance. 

Let us not worry about 
plump tumbling bellies
or over round arms
strangling drops of juice 
out of pomegranate seeds
and açaí berries. 

For now let us worry 
about the energy we need,
and what we will do with it
when we smelt it 
from what we desire inside the 
marrow of our bones. 

summer's bounty

homegrown basil, grown on my windowsill over the summer months

Insalata Caprese with homegrown basil

Tomatoes and Mozzarella from the Farmer's Market, Basil from my window

Basil growing in the window, next to a loaf of fresh whole wheat bread