When the odd summer breeze kisses
my skin with susurrations of
chill,
I slow cook the sun (for warmth).
I cube kabocha squash
and boil it in bone broth
(for 13 minutes).
While the broth does its thing,
I slow roast some
pestled and mortared pecans.
I blend the softened sun,
pour the liquid gold
into a bowl,
and sprinkle the yum
with still hot toasty nuttiness
(for crunch).
photo by henry perks, on Unsplash
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Weekly Scribblings #83: Pay Attention, where we’re asked “to choose one object in nature, examine it closely, letting it inspire in [us] a sense of wonder”. I chose the kabocha squash in my fridge and wandered into soup. Also linked to the Writers’ Pantry #84: Let’s Read Up a Storm.
Wow, sure would love a spoonful or twelve of that.
ReplyDeleteBring your bowl!
DeleteYum is such a wonderful word. Even if you try to say it without a smile, one will creep onto you face without fuss XXX
ReplyDeleteThat's so true! I just said it... and grinned!
DeleteThat sounds delicious!
ReplyDeleteIt is.
DeleteMmm... I love kabocha squash. I can't usually find it at the mainstream supermarkets (gotta go to Asian specialty markets for that). But they are worth seeking out. I have to try topping them with pecans too next time!
ReplyDeleteIt's my favorite of all the squashes.
DeleteSquash Yummmy. I favourite all time soup is A Pumpkin Soup
ReplyDeleteGood Wednesday
Much❤love
I shall be making some pumpkin soup soon.
DeleteThe gift of nature made so palatable!
ReplyDeleteYum!
DeleteNow I am thinking about a trip to Farmer’s Market this afternoon ~~ check out the squash options, I have pecans! And broth! Thank you muchly.
ReplyDeleteI hope you made the trip and ate the yum!
DeleteThe "softened sun" is such a wonderful way to describe it. The word "squash" just isn't so poetic!
ReplyDeleteSquashes (and oranges) always make me think of sunshine.
DeleteOhhh.... I simply love the way you write. Have a wonderful evening.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
Deletesounds delicious! i like the idea of cooking the sun, that's a unique take, and i love all the little details... well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Phillip.
DeleteNature has sooo many good things for our tummies. My doctor says
ReplyDeleteno seeds, nuts, pop or other corn, etc. I could eat the squash,
their seeds cooked don't seem to bother me. I don't eat them
raw anymore.
..
Roasted seeds and nuts tend to go a wee bit easier...
DeleteI'm warmed just reading this! Slurp.
ReplyDeleteWoooHooo! Mission accomplished.
DeleteDidn't know a recipe can be so poetic. 😄
ReplyDeleteYum!
Hehehe.
DeleteCooking is poetry we can eat. 😜
DeleteAgain here for the hot soup!!
ReplyDeleteGrab a bowl!
DeleteWhen I read your delicious poem on Tuesday, I was away from home. I couldn't resist looking for a pumpkin soup around town that evening. And I find it but it was nearly as good like I imagine yours to be...with slow cooked sun.
ReplyDeleteI simple love your use of language in this poem, it creates vivid mental images.
So glad you enjoyed the poetry (and the soup)!
DeleteGood Sunday Magaly
ReplyDeletemuch❤love
Thank you.
DeleteNot a big squash fan myself, M, but the poetry's delicious. Well done
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteI'm sure there will be a big run on squash at the grocers this week after your description, Magaly. Sounds SO yummy!
ReplyDeleteHa!
DeleteI love squash and your treatment here of it, comparing it to the sun, is perfect. "slow cook the sun" AMAZING!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret.
DeleteI like way you present the colours in your cooking It is like visual art.
ReplyDeleteI've always thought cooking (and eating) should be a complete sensory experience. So I really appreciate your words.
DeleteFantastic piece. The title itself is a poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, precious!
DeleteIs it ready yet? That's me knocking at your door, bowl and spoon in hand.
ReplyDeleteOh, goodness! I missed you. We'll be having fish tomorrow.
DeleteMay I please have some! That sounds delicious! Toasted yum!!
ReplyDeleteGrab a bowl and dig in!
DeleteI will have some to please! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteAlways!
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