Summer recipes
by Jane Flett
You do not need to follow the recipe precisely. Be creative, and the results will surprise you.
Substitute the sundried tomatoes for a warm rock on a late summer afternoon.
Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don't want to fight anymore, goddamit, this afternoon is beautiful.”
Bubble the mixture on a long, low flame until the air caramelizes and the hum of mosquitoes sticks to your damp patches of skin.
You do not need to keep a close eye on proceedings. Relax. Leave everything to infuse, let the butter sweat the onions until they are translucent kisses waiting to be wiped away by the back of his hand.
Do not stir the pot.
Distract yourself with brie and half-completed crossword puzzles and refrain from lifting the lid to see. It will be ready when the sun ducks under the leaves' canopy and the breeze raises the hairs on your forearms.
You will notice that you are ready to eat.
Leave it to cool until it is just right, then chew slowly
and thoughtfully
and have patience with your tongue.
Substitute the sundried tomatoes for a warm rock on a late summer afternoon.
Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don't want to fight anymore, goddamit, this afternoon is beautiful.”
Bubble the mixture on a long, low flame until the air caramelizes and the hum of mosquitoes sticks to your damp patches of skin.
You do not need to keep a close eye on proceedings. Relax. Leave everything to infuse, let the butter sweat the onions until they are translucent kisses waiting to be wiped away by the back of his hand.
Do not stir the pot.
Distract yourself with brie and half-completed crossword puzzles and refrain from lifting the lid to see. It will be ready when the sun ducks under the leaves' canopy and the breeze raises the hairs on your forearms.
You will notice that you are ready to eat.
Leave it to cool until it is just right, then chew slowly
and thoughtfully
and have patience with your tongue.
I love the sensuality of this recipe.
Some lovely language and imagery here. Nicely done.
Beautiful, ripe, delicious, confusing, distracting ...
All that. And some other things that are so delightfully insinuated, I'm at a loss to try to name them all.
fava fave
Really like the white space you used in this, leaving it up to the reader to get the deeper meaning and levels in your gorgeous piece. THe second person POV suits it perfectly too. Like James, it's a fava fave!
Original and inspired. Loved this.
Lovely and multi-layered like a torte!
As James said: delicious, distracting. And oh that last line!
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Thanks everyone!
Um yes, most definitely. Fave.
Lovely tasty recipe. Yum! *
this is wonderful. made me happily glow inside.
Yeah, all of this. Gorgeous. Delicious. *
“Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don't want to fight anymore, goddamit, this afternoon is beautiful.”” That is great. Really enjoyed the piece.
Oh, yeah! Just great!
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(yum.)
Loved this to pieces! Perfect.
"Instead of julienning the fava beans you could, instead, slip your linen shirt off your pink shoulders and hang it on a tree branch like a white flag yelling “I don't want to fight anymore, goddamit, this afternoon is beautiful.”
Good writing!
super duper *