Thunder. And downpour. And a route she travels because I asked her to.
JAMC Darklands, the soundtrack. Apropos for the deluge making my decision to suburban-up and mow Monday a legitimate act.
Rice simmers. As I learned from Jose those 14 years ago in Paris.
Sauté onion, then dry rice, ONLY then add liquid. Less than Uncle Ben, or Cousin Billy, would suggest.
Olive & Sesame (oil but not Popeye, and oil but not Street) await shitake, oyster, cremini, honey.
Jalapeño for heat. Cilantro to accompany. Basil to tame for sweet.
Cabbage and spring onion because I have cabbage. And because it is spring.
I pray she comes home safely to me.
The lightning is loud.
The thunder is bright.
1 comment:
Beautiful - all the more because I know there was a happy ending.
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