We started in good spirits,
energetically checking
ingredients lists, running
to the market to get a
couple we missed.
Two hours later
S. was passed out on the sofa
in his pajamas.
A. and J. were still dicing peppers
and mincing garlic.
The recipe became more
and more difficult
to understand, much
less execute; garlic
shows up three times
in two paragraphs.
Another hour later,
we drenched out senses
in grilled shrimp
floating in surreal coconut
curry broth, tropical
salad and Savignon Blanc.
Another hour later, the
kitchen is empty,
all three of us asleep
energetically checking
ingredients lists, running
to the market to get a
couple we missed.
Two hours later
S. was passed out on the sofa
in his pajamas.
A. and J. were still dicing peppers
and mincing garlic.
The recipe became more
and more difficult
to understand, much
less execute; garlic
shows up three times
in two paragraphs.
Another hour later,
we drenched out senses
in grilled shrimp
floating in surreal coconut
curry broth, tropical
salad and Savignon Blanc.
Another hour later, the
kitchen is empty,
all three of us asleep
in our own little
beds, dreaming
beds, dreaming
of curry soup.
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