Showing posts with label taste and perfect poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label taste and perfect poem. Show all posts

Monday, September 6, 2010

Why does a perfect poem taste like a perfect peach?

Perfection does this to the mouth. And to the ear.


Try this:

slice the perfect peach
slice an heirloom tomato
chop fresh mint
cube robust feta
toss a semi-handful pine nuts
add twist of pepper
basil olive oil

serve in the perfect pasta bowl…. and next time add sliced fresh fig