This is the first time cooking and tasting purple jasmine rice. Nutty & sweet. Luscious color. Won't be the last. I'm thinking what poem can converse with --
timbale of purple jasmine rice surrounded on a pretty plate with the followed sauté
fresh ginger, roasted/marinated garlic
shrimp with tails (for the grabbing)
snap peas
a bit of soy sauce
you can eat the color
and what poem ensues after lips licked?
(H. cont.)
ReplyDeleteNo one doubted that the information
would be scrutinized by the ambassador
and decoded for the mail pouch destined
only to be read by governmental eyes
But in a moment of panic and confusion
the nephew confused the tailor with the pastor
and so began a tangle of mistaken identities
which left the foreman in the clear