Showing posts with label borlotti beans and poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label borlotti beans and poems. Show all posts

Friday, October 23, 2015

Borlotti


Many things are two-named.  Borlotti are also called cranberry beans.  Shell them & be delighted by their quietly speckled white flesh. Meaty & delicious.  Just like you wish every poem put in your mouth.

When you cook them, keep their color in your memory.  They cook into a nondescript beige, though the taste is anything but nondescript.

Isn't every bean a petite poem waiting to be tasted?