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[post_content] => for my Kitchen 11 cooking companions
My dense dinner-dowser drizzles
from grease-globuled glass;
Italy’s smothering stream of sophistication
spreads slowly and spits at the saucepan.
Somewhere, culture’s golden wine
and vinegar’s compatriot rests
on a sun-basked tablecloth
but here, in this dank kitchen,
the calorific cooking-cider oozes,
a slippery lettuce leaf flood.
Yes, the nectar of the Med glistens sadly,
sleek muscle-wax
of Homeric hero’s back.
… The extra-virgin oil of the olive.
[post_title] => On the unctuosity of our kitchen-cupboard staple
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for my Kitchen 11 cooking companions
My dense dinner-dowser drizzles
from grease-globuled glass;
Italy’s smothering stream of sophistication
spreads slowly and spits at the saucepan.
Somewhere, culture’s golden wine
and vinegar’s compatriot rests
on a sun-basked tablecloth
but here, in this dank kitchen,
the calorific cooking-cider oozes,
a slippery lettuce leaf flood.
Yes, the nectar of the Med glistens sadly,
sleek muscle-wax
of Homeric hero’s back.
… The extra-virgin oil of the olive.