Dec
10
Great Yeastery
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I love good food. I love to cook and am pretty good at it. But I’ve always been afraid of baking bread.
First of all, the nature of yeast is confounding. Animal? Vegetable? Sea monkey? We didn’t do much real baking at our house, so the yeast packets were written in Aramaic. This should’ve been the first indicator of death, but who thinks about little grains of stinky sand as being alive in the first place? Even if the leavening was hale and hearty, I worried about the exact temperature of lukewarm. FYI, there is no ‘lukewarm’ indicator on a baby thermometer, which was older than me and probably didn’t work anyway. Proofing? Strange little verb. Chances are, I either cooked the rascals before they could start farting into my dough, or froze their non-existent nuts off. Read more
Dec
1
Resolve
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Translucent will.
We wear the salted melon
freshly green
its nakedness is younger
than killing but
older than joy.
It stares back, will.
It smiles at you there, wild
your star is too
liquid and ferocious to
do any good.
Its feverful growl seeps
and devours the
hard question of me.
Patient will.
In your business of
bleeding
and scorching
down my mountain side
eating everything in your
path and wake, cutting
great swaths in my greenness.
So patient, will
and persistent, green.