Firstly a little update on Chuck the sourdough starter. He has been refreshed and fed but was still a little lacklustre. I have fed him again tonight (feed me, Seymour!) and I hope he will recover some of his former vigour. Watch this space – I miss my sourdough!
The challenge for day 29 of NaPoWriMo was immense, hence my silence, and I am surprised I even managed it, frankly. As a result I am soooo going to cheat again tonight and post something I wrote a while ago and, yes of course it’s a… poem!
I love cooking, and I love making veg curries. When I was chatting with Shirley earlier in the week she said they had held a brilliant curry evening at Food Positive recently.
Living in Bolton I am really fortunate to be able to get everything I need fresh, and on my doorstep. Here is a poem I wrote about my love of cooking curry:
Trade Winds
The scent of mustard seeds
bites the air.
Ghee-starred tiles sweat,
the essence beading
as seeds burst and brown.
Damping them down,
the startled pods of Cardamom
glow and swell,
sounding out clearly.
Lower notes too:
clove buds through the steam;
the lingering melancholy
of Fenugreek.
Cinnamon speaks of dusk,
It’s parchment heart
seeking out the heat.
The air dances with turmeric,
saffron veils
lightly brushing the stars.
Sunset,
and the Trade Winds sweep
suburban England.
Tonight sees the end of NaPoWriMo so a new chapter begins. I have a long working day tomorrow, and am driving to Sussex on Friday, so will do what I can. After tomorrow I will focus on this blog and try to develop all kinds of work. Help me out and post a comment, which can be a foodie piece, guys!