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averygoodun42Waiting.
Babe's bedtime has arrived, but the smell of cilantro haunts the house.
Uneaten.
It beckons as it simmers slowly, waiting for us to lift the lid...
But bedtime intercedes.
Uncertainty is there, despite the hunger.
Red cabbage sauteed in butter, steamed with ground coriander,
adding sliced water chestnuts,
green onions,
grated carrot
and coins of spinach-feta chicken sausage... later.
Along with the cilantro.
It is an untested theory awaiting the test of taste.
Simmering, the cilantro overwhelms the smell of rice.
It overwhelms.
It tempts.
Even the coconut oil, melted in a saucepan, waiting for the peas cannot compete.
Yet.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Babe's bedtime has arrived, but the smell of cilantro haunts the house.
Uneaten.
It beckons as it simmers slowly, waiting for us to lift the lid...
But bedtime intercedes.
Uncertainty is there, despite the hunger.
Red cabbage sauteed in butter, steamed with ground coriander,
adding sliced water chestnuts,
green onions,
grated carrot
and coins of spinach-feta chicken sausage... later.
Along with the cilantro.
It is an untested theory awaiting the test of taste.
Simmering, the cilantro overwhelms the smell of rice.
It overwhelms.
It tempts.
Even the coconut oil, melted in a saucepan, waiting for the peas cannot compete.
Yet.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.
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Date: 2009-09-30 02:12 am (UTC)