Fruits and Vegetables

Kenya sugar snap peas

leeks and cucumber Holland

Tesco radish and asparagus mushrooms from China

baby corn and red chili Thailand broccoli from Spain

local lettuce

baby carrots from USA

Haricot vert from Italy

India okra

bananas from Ecuador clementines from South Africa Australia mandarins

Pakistan and Egyptian mangoes New Zealand apples

green apples from France

local beets

seedless lime from Vietnam eggplant from GCC (Gulf Cooperation Council)

Morocco provides tomato

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supermarket in Dubai

Buffet

Cross cultural trip to the buffet. One thing for sure, people love to eat. I pick out what appears to be middle eastern cuisine. We eat from the King’s table. It is delicious. The eggs baked in spicy tomato sauce. I think I see a clove, the whole clove with its shell. No Turkish coffee today, just double shot of espresso. Delicious brown bread from the loaf, slice your own. So much food and no one goes away hungry.

this our daily beard

that we live in harmony

all nations unique

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egg shakshouka

Traveling

Today I am going traveling

ten countries in two months

as I move from place to place

eating as I go

don’t forget the sandwich

francesinha

at Bufete Fase

it will make all

other sandwiches

seem like nothing

 

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This might turn into a travel/poetry blog as I begin my big adventure

 

What I Want

A belly is a hindrance

six pack is an extreme

somewhere in the middle

is the waistline

for which I dream

Ode to the Heron

Long legs you take a stand

Your neck a spring

For your long beak

Throw a spear

What weaponry

Used to dine

On tasty

Fish

Saute

  

even the vegetables look like a garden in winter

Churn

 

When summer came it was hot with no air conditioning.  None in the house or in the car, just midriff top, ponytail and short shorts.  I walked barefoot to the pool everyday, my soles grew tough from the  concrete.  When too hot to walk I rode my bike downhill, arms splayed out, look ma no hands, creating my own current of air all the way to the park and the pool.  My legs were strong from the journey home.

I loved butterflies, little green snakes and swimming, but mostly the weekends to churn the homemade ice cream.  The kids would turn the crank, add the rock salt and turn the crank more until the egg, cream and sugar mixture thickened.  Mom would serve it up after dinner.  There was no better way to chill than hand-churned ice cream.

 

temperature will rise

summer heat pours out memories

time not forgotten

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dVerse Haibun on summer

photo courtesy of Karen McDougal at KarensChicNShabby