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| a lemon is better, garlic crushed nicer |
steady, solid, grounded.
Earth fragrant he cooks
cause I didn’t learn yet.
Patlıcan poor man’s meat
carrier of garlic and spices
mild, pale, flesh vessel
which when unsure,
sprinkled with salt draws
clear drops of unhindered
bitterness, anger
frustration.
Patlıcan is a love affair
the curve of a wrist
the sure supple
knife flick, slice
the boiling kettle
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| when coloured and soft |
the oven
heating the room.
I: top, tail,
half, drizzle oil
in oven
wait…
chop garlic
mix olive oil
vinegar
salt
pepper, stir.
A lemon is better,
garlic crushed: nicer.
when coloured and soft
separate the skin
mix the flesh into: dressing
mix
crush for chunks
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| chop garlic |
whizz for silk
Annem
I watched her
he smiles a line in his cheek
and it tastes
of Istanbul
not the nomad
not the stories:
of goats, sheep,
nights under stars
it tastes
good and alive
of travel
my kitchen
home.
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| my kitchen home. |
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