Wednesday September 28th
breakfast: oatmeal and coffee (digested) (thank you, Simon)
(unpictured)
lunch/brunch: Scottish full breakfast (veggie) at Fulton’s
dinner: rosé (clinging to summer)
potimarron stuffed with lentils, prunes, rice, onion, cardamom & clove
the squash flesh on its own tastes like chestnut
why is it so hard to find words sometimes?
the burnt onions and squash reminds me
of bonfires but also the taste of metal
i am watching my neighbours from the window across
can they find the words?
maybe it is a language of flesh, not words
like the prunes, here, reminding me of wine
and how wine works on the body
so then it communicates in addition to the words
but again the squash flesh –
what i hope my flesh would be like for a
cannibal, or a lover –
a quiet taste
Potimarron in English is called onion squash
they share a similar shape, but very different stories
i look at one and it reminds me of my full belly
End: French digestion tea with star anise, aniseed, and fennel
Montecaos cookies
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