IngredientsA Poem by Marie AnzaloneHomework assignment to write on the theme of "recipes"My aunt says, any food With seasoning is too fancy ketchup and salt are good enough for her. My friend eats pizza daintily with fork, knife, and caution, as if it may bite back, he says he does not like to risk getting dirty. Myself, I do not want a life without flavor, a love without mess or danger. I think of my beloved as I toss herbs, and vegetables, into the stock pot- ginger and onion for health, chicken for strength, flavor because I love him, warmth for long cold nights when sickness and the news make us nervous. We cook because we love the world, as the Creator loves us. I explore other countries through recipes the way a traveler collects songs from old bars and shepherds and women who shared a few nights. I like messy sauces and juices, soaking the bread, bleeding into the potato, running down my hands and chin, bursting with 100 flavors and 100 different memories of sharing a meal in unusual places. I prepare food with garlic, chili, and a dozen other things because at the end of all things, we remember the friend who sat with us in the dark we cherish the love that tied us to the bed, and read us poetry we live for the days too precious for words, we savor the flavors that made us lick our lips in anticipation, that we tore into with hands and teeth and soul, that made us glad to be alive. Love tastes a lot like that recipe you spent a lifetime perfecting and two days preparing. © 2022 Marie AnzaloneReviews
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1 Review Added on March 4, 2022 Last Updated on March 4, 2022 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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