Pretty lady, stay a while
And let me love your company.
Take my breath with just a smile;
Reach in and spark the joy in me.
It’s not much I ask of you –
Come sit with me and let me know
I can spend some time with you,
And stay a while before you go.
Possible, impossible: I wonder –
As I know, impossible can happen –
True and perfect, over, through and under,
Right as only Paradise can fashion:
Is this what was hidden deep inside?
Could it be we should have stayed and tried?
I don’t know. I hope it’s good we’ve done.
After everything, who is the one?
A relative of nightshade, the tomato has had a checkered history of public opinion. Most cultures that generate any opinion at all about the fruit are either afraid of it due to its deadly cousin or enchanted by it. Tomatoes were brought to Europe by the Spanish, who busily plundered anything of interest from the New World. Either intentionally or by accident of translation from the Italian, the French dubbed them “apples of love” and the idea stuck.
I almost forgot about this variation on a Rum & Coke! It reappeared when I was sorting through some other items. It’s fun, easy going, and a bit sweet. Which makes me wonder why in the world it’s named after Edward Teach.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
(Pablo Neruda, “100 Love Sonnets”)
Let’s do a shot or two! Shots are most commonly done when a jolt of alcohol is wanted but the alcohol in question is too bad-tasting to want to savor. Thus the existence of chasers. I prefer shots that are interesting to taste, but just happen to be small. An amuse bouche of the bar, if you will.
Kiss thirsty lips that only beg for more,
Redoubled in their thirst by what should sate,
Intoxicated by that gentle touch,
Set free and shackled by that silken gate.
To fully tell the meaning of the kiss
Is more than can be done by words alone –
No matter; just the wonder of it is
Enough to make a wand’ring bard your own.
Keenly felt and
Sweet perfume, this
Tender love is
Incense made of
Night and touch and
The seed of a pine tree, found within pinecones, is called a pine nut, or pignoli (in more proper Italian, pinoli). It’s easily found in grocery stores, either on their own or as part of pesto. Of the many species of pine, maybe 20 have seeds large enough to bother harvesting. Each has a slightly different taste, but in general they are delicately flavored and pleasantly textured.
What makes this different from most potato-leek soups is the amount of thyme, and the fact that I use fresh thyme rather than dried. The leaves fall into the soup as it cooks and gives a wonderful flavor and fragrance to the thing.
It’s a simple pleasure.
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Tasty and fairly tame, yet just a little titillating to order. What’s not to love?