Mis en Place
(Umami is my comfort)
Our new neighbors spy on us,
over the fence,
but I think we’ll soon be friends,
maybe when I cook for them.
Umami is already my friend,
and I like to cook like I mean it.
I’m no gourmet chef,
but I find it a holy thing
to serve food to others.
In some ways, every meal is a miracle,
especially when eaten with friends.
Beauty can be coaxed
out of the ugliest of vegetables,
if the preparation is done mindfully.
It’s all in the details.
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