Thursday, April 30, 2015
It's not only food but photos and poems bring forth memories. And, yes, precisely -- food. Thinking of butterfish dipped in buttermilk and coasted with sesame seeds. Sauted -- gently.
Back in SF, reading Broken Land, poems of Brooklyn which Nina gifted.
From a specific address to butterfish to poems about Brooklyn. How? Because friendship matters.
Thinking of Judy G and Ron. Where are you?