Written for: dVerse Poet’s Pub: Haibun Monday – “From The Kitchen Of Poets”
(posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
Today I would like you to consider cooking in your haibun and give us a recipe in your prose. But it should not be the kind you find in a cookbook, but in terms of a story. Share with us the place and moment. Did you eat alone, or with a special friend? How was the setting, by candlelight or by fluorescent light? Maybe a picnic by the beach or a lonesome microwave dinner?
She loved pesto. I invited her in to share some. Nothing like verdant, fresh basil leaves grown by my husband, to perfume a kitchen. Chunky crushed garlic, rich olive oil, pignoli nuts, and pungent parmesan. Kitchen was fragrant as an Italian restaurant. We sipped glasses of wine, waited for the pasta water to boil. I mixed softened butter with the basil paste, and my husband cut slices of semolina bread. A simple feast, laughter, and lots of butter.
dried leaves of lavender
sitting on swing in summer
drench me in soft perfume