My least favorite. I love vegetables & they love me so why this avoidance of wax beans. Is it their thin pale, bleached color? And why am I giving a wide berth to personal narrative poetry? Perhaps, because it is wide & its center rarely savory. Never spontaneous.
And if I bought some wax beans & tried to reclaim them as a crispy cold salad with stridently-hued tomatoes and/or peppers & a slice or two of avocado. Perhaps, black olives?
The kitchen is my dictionary of color.
He returned with some anxiety to the letter in his vest pocket:
ReplyDelete" I am painting on your signpost with the chalk of the ancients
a pivotal point in the coma of the universe-- 3C273, A 1514,
local children know the way."