eating a mouthful
of afternoon winter sun
take bite of the cake
Hey wait a minute.
How can I post a haiku about the afternoon winter sun in June?
Well, see, the inspiration for today’s haiku comes from and article written in Australia where it is wintertime.
That is something I know in my head but my heart has a difficult understanding.
That it is winter in Australia along with those folks are down under and hanging upside down, attached to the world by their feet.
Anyway, this story appeared in the Guardian, which has some pretty good stories about food.
Recently, the Guardian published, ‘Lunch of suffering’: plain ‘white people food’ goes viral in China, that describes how the Chinese, sampling a traditional American Brown Bag lunch with a cold sandwich and raw veggies and a ‘lunch of suffering’ and that it must be designed to make American’s appreciate being at home even more.
Today’s haiku is taken from the article, I spent the day eating like Nigella Lawson – and lived to tell the tale where the writer, Ann Ding, describes trying to eat at the places named by someone named Nigella Lawson eats at when Ms. Lawson visits Australia.
I have never heard of Nigella Lawson.
Apparently she is a Martha Stewart type in Britain but has managed, during a long career, to fly under my radar.
Regardless, she eats great food made at great restaurants.
Though, as Ms. Ding points out, that a high end Sydney restaurant named, Bondi, “… an institution for beautiful people. I think this may be because – while the food is delicious and looks sexy – Icebergs occupies that juncture of “modern Australian dining” which mostly just means “Italian”, and I don’t really need to go to Bondi for that.“
Ms. Ding is a food writer and like art and music writers, they get to use the best word and word combinations in painting word pictures.
They also get to build in a sense of the tactile sense of taste which is really great work to have if you can get it.
Ms. Ding writes of “… a piece of lemon, almond and ricotta cake.
As we lounge at the edge of the botanic garden, I take a bite of the cake – the lemon curd and whipped cream is like eating a mouthful of the afternoon winter sun.“
And I like that.
I like that a lot.
… the lemon curd and whipped cream is like eating a mouthful of the afternoon winter sun.
Not sure I would go to Australia to get a piece.
But I will think about it.
And I will think about word pictures the next time I am eating.
