It's a matter of not having but having company arriving in a few hours. You are out of Bhutanese red rice. So you make the recipe with a 6 grain rice mix (Kagayaki). You leave out the rice vinegar but maintain walnuts, soy and edamame. You add more ginger. No one complains.
This is akin to reading poetry before an audience. Perhaps, you substitute one poem for another because you have the audience's best interests (and your poem's) at the forefront. No one complains.
Who stops to think of the powerful (palpable?) link that rice salads and poetry readings share?
(An aside: Highly recommended: Marie Simmons' The Amazing World of Rice (Morrow Publishers, ISBN 0-06-093842-0)
Metaphorical Love (3)
ReplyDeleteCobblestones and cocky lads
have known this time of day
The work is done, the hay is in
The kegs are resting cold
Circles stir the sleeping knaves
and sword their hands on hold