Ratatouille

(this post actually written several days after the indicated date)


Following this recipe, I produced an acceptable ratatouille.

Well, the ratatouille didn't give me any crazy childhood memories, as in, it didn't evoke any.

But I think it created one.

Now it will mean sunflowers bowing out of a pitcher
a table packed tight with dishes
in honor of a friend
who has not disappeared.

It will mean love and blackberries, french bread, olive oil, and rosemary,
a full table
so full
and admired by bowing sunflowers



I saw a field of yellow light in 5 nodding stalks.
How did you pick the whole field?
Thankyou.


Good food, Good friends, Good God...