Ira Sadoff - Last Meeting

The day begins with a fog
that will not unroll. The weather
is falling everywhere, everywhere
we sit the grass bleeds to the touch.

What we have not yet said will not get said.
When you unzip your dress
a thousand insects run for cover,
the goldenrod breaks into a slow swoon.

Your touch is like the touch
of the wasp undulating in its nest,
your tongue the quick lash
of a mirror breaking on the wrist.

Everything else can wait, but will not.

Christmas Announcement

A general announcement regarding Christmas correspondance*: I have an arbitrarily-assigned budget for the purchasing of stamps. Once I exceed that, there will be no more Christmas cards. There's not so much an order of priority for postage as a mixture of luck and deadlines to various countries. If you get a Christmas card, lucky you; if not, it is probably just that I ran out of money, not that I ran out of love!

*This announcement does not pertain to persons of non-christmas culture or persuasion.

Let's talk about foods!

If you want me to talk about something other than food you better go leave a prompt on the December Meme.

Last week had many tasty foods in it. There was Pumpkin Risotto, for a start. Plus, I made cake balls! I had made a chocolate cake which fell apart a bit, and obviously that called for cake pops. Or, in this case, balls.

( Photographic evidence and vague instructions )

I've also been rejoicing in jardaloo ma murghi, having finished it off for lunch today. The recipe there is grand, although I use more apricots in bigger chunks. I usually add a green thing (zucchini or spinnach), and this time I added pumpkin as well - that was a VERY GOOD CHOICE.

Meanwhile, tonight's dinner in the making is Italian Wonderpot, otherwise known as 'halfway between pasta sauce and minestrone soup'.

Question for the audience: does anyone have a tasty recipe for vege chilli which doesn't involve bulghur wheat? I can't easily or cheaply lay hands on that here...