These the colors & these the shapes I wish for every meal. For every poem. A meal and a poem share one thing -- a palette. Nature is never unsure of its canvas. Never untruthful. Although a trick of the eye is always welcomed.
And breakfast, you ask? Toasted walnut bread with a drizzle of olive oil and abundant slices of Fuyu persimmons. Why this abundance? Getting ready to celebrate my friend Kim's birthday.