(Thanks, Wayne)
Good day to you, chefs. Blogger has changed the rules for how I put up a post and I'm struggling to learn. If anything looks hinky you'll know why.
More important, we made a Sunday roast chicken and sauteed a vegetable curry (broccolini, green onion, red pepper) that welcomed a dousing of coconut milk and then cooked down to sweetness. I remembered the Mother Africa Peanut Sauce in the fridge and we spooned it on too.
Have you been spending time outside? Camille in Boise has, and she sent us three pictures of her glorious backyard space.
Camille writes: Some of us grow gardens that sustain our physical health via vegetables and fruits. Some of us grow gardens that sustain our emotional health through the tranquility of flowers and plants. The ideal would be to do both.
Poetry
Quarantine
JAMA
Poetry and Medicine
Even
though our 500 ft2 apt is a petri dish
Even
though the bathroom pretends to be an office
Even
though the TP clock is ticking
Even
though even a good song may grow old
Even
though I have eaten all the almond butter
Even
though you won’t wear headphones
Even
though we can’t help but be together
Even
though I can only take you out to take-out
Even
though florists are nonessential
Even
though a kiss carries more than we know
Even
with this
Still
will I wish:
Won’t
you be mine,
My
quarantine.
Potential
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