A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses

A Psalm of Vinegar and Molasses  How wondrous are your flavours,oh Lord of balance and surprise; How wondrous to spend time within the intimacy that is cutting board and quiet;that is the scent of toasting seedsand the crack of release when they are pressed against the grain, leaving for history an echoing amenbefore being pinched up to dustthe glory…

Sweet Wonder

Sweet Wonder I am grateful for a lemon knowing  its bitter-bright fresh worth and  knowing too how to catch the eye of cinnamon’s ‘hello there.’ I am grateful for the way that chemistry welcomes -ish (up to a point—as science is science and has reason keeping watch); for the resistance of dough that welcomes my…

Market Writing

From Saturday morning, March 19, 2022… It has been a long while since letting the warm bubble of Market sounds wash over me… and I had missed it.  I find myself tucked into a corner after over two years of not being able to sit within an atmosphere I find so comforting…the warm rumbly murmur…

Glimpses

There is a lingering gentle curl of vinegar in the air as I write this… It remains from a satisfying supper of brussels sprouts, mushrooms, and shallots sautéed together in a cast iron pan. With a film of olive oil over the bottom of a hot pan, I put the ingredients in and did nothing…