This is a Story about a Peach

I had a peach. No, first I had a head of roman lettuce, and it was all about the lettuce. Could it be possible that it was so crisp after so many days? Because it shouldn't, and that's why tonight had to be about the lettuce.

The roman surprised me and I know this has to do with the new blue container. It makes lettuce fresher with time, or so it seems. Now I had a tomato, a cucumber and a green onion. No the tomato was bad, but I had a lemon. Roman, cucumber, green onion. It started to feel cool. The lemon gave in instantly - it was just waiting to give it's juice. Olive oil. Now I had some canned tuna, but I discarded that. Didn't feel right.

Basil felt right, and some grounded pepper and salt right on top of the leafs. If I had cheese... Well turns out that I did buy some goat feta cheese last time on the off chance. The cheese was disappointing in itself, but chopped up in a salad -- nice.

Mint sprigs - they slowly came round. First they were a statement: I have them. Then an idea; what if... but no. Then, well, it sort of tilted on and off, that idea of mint leaves in my salad. But I new that my salad was cucumber cool and lettuce leave light. Mint. Mint! Yes, chopped mint is exactly the perfect touch. And my friends, when I took out the sprigs to chop them coarsely, the scent, well... words to describe it would steer this paragraph into a hole other level.

The same thing happened to the peach. It was in the back of my fridge, and I wasn't sure if it was still with us, or if it had sadly passed, and put to waist the promising journey from Ontario to Montreal that it had endeavored, and the dreams this peach may have had, to become a something more than a dying fruit in the back of a laywoman's fridge. A quick feel, more to reckon about it's life stage, being practical about planning to eat it at some point and all that, revealed that it was still firm. Well that's all it was at first.

But then you see, the cucumber, the feta, the basil and the mint were together in this bountiful bouquet of romaine. The olive oil and lemon was already poured in. The peach... just... appeared as a matter of fact. That peach, cut in bite size pieces, in the salad. It had to be.

White wine framed and tied it together all the way from preparation to after dinner sip. There where a few drops in the salad too. This wine, and this peach, and this mint, and all this creation, chimed in and resonate in my palate still. And I must say, my palate is no longer a palate, it is a palace.

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In other news today, I am preparing a trip to Amsterdam soon. I got 2 movies in the mail. I'm on top of things at work. My home is clean and beautiful. My intentions are good. I am at peace with myself.

Amourx.