Let it Simmer

You can't rush good sauce.
Meat well browned,
onions caramelized,
herbs diffusing flavor:
fennel,
parsley,
basil --
the piquant
balanced by
simple
salt.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can't rush a good sauce.
So you let it sit
and simmer.

You cover it and walk away,
But the aroma,
it follows you,
haunts you,
whispering promises.
And you listen.

And while you wait the meal takes shape,
(What's a heart without a body?)
Mellow wine,
Humble bread,
Crispy salad,
Crunchy sweet candied pecans,
All part of a whole
that nourishes the body
delights the palate
feeds the soul.

So it is with life.
With art.

Let it simmer.

 

Jeanne Damoff has been relishing time with family the past few weeks, basking in newborn beauty, and generally neglecting everything else, savoring life's feast to her heart's content. There's room at the table. Bon appétit. 

Comments

[Linda]

It is all so much richer when we let it simmer. So beautifully written and illustrated Jeanne.

[Heather]

This is exactly where I am these days. Claire--a character I'm getting to know--and her story simmers. The aromas of her life haunt me as I go about my daily tasks.