there’s something cozy about paris in the rain.
the glistening zinc rooftops, the early dark
make me want to settle in, shut down,
look at lit windows and imagine the home inside.
it must be cozy in there. i bet they’re eating something delicious.
soon i’ll be in my home, my windows invitingly lit, warm smells coming from my stove.
porcini ravioli, spinach cream sauce, wish we had some garlic and parmesan,
but it will still hit the spot.
rhubarb poached in blood orange juice and brown sugar.
warm, atop vanilla ice cream. maybe.
inspired by a fortune cookie:
a noria turns buckets.
in the rain
take a deep breath,
jobs, recipes, phone calls, address changes, photo editing
can wait one more day.
it’s me and the stove in this borrowed apartment
in the rain.
On this day in 2008: Fish Stock Use #1: Seafood Risotto
Originally published on Croque-Camille.