Today at the dVerse | Poets Pub, Abhra asked two interesting questions:
1) Do you feel that your food, in some way or other, defines you?
2) can we use food as metaphor?
Read more at Poetics : Food for thought.
Colourful freshness: life food
I stare at your half emptiness, open the drawer, check the veggies.
Soup? –I ask while I wonder if I should close your door, while I think about the inspiration of the day (leaked coolness equals energy wasted, more entropy, more pollution) —
Is there any cheese?
Corn tortillas? Did I finish the olives? Where’s the humus?
How long has it been since I ate red meat?
Shall I go shopping? Shall I dine out?
I close the door, drink some water. Walk a bit.
Hmmm! Maybe just a simple salad and refried beens or soup on the side…
Just salad… or … Guacamole and salmon!
The door opens:
Creamy avocado greenness,
jalapeño spice, and cilantro balance.
Colourful freshness with a strong hint of lime.
Exploding red tomatoes finely mixed with onion and salt.
Fresh juicy salmon simply touched by wasabi and soya sauce.
My palate tastes:
Mexico finds me in Norway!
Entropy is rearranged in fractal order.
Warmness and heat sparkle vivaciously at contact.
Colourful freshness shines in a northern, November sky!
What a day!
¡Feliz cumpleaños Carlos Fuentes!
Happy birthday Kurt Vonnegut!