I love you
I puv you
and I love today's sorbetto, between courses: an oh so refreshing lime, basil and mint sorbet.
Can I pen a line that isn't about salmon steamed in a bamboo basket with a whiff of lavender, or chocolate souffle filled with a cinnamon and chili scented ganache?
Can I talk of something other than the sun bouncing off the fountains and onto our patio tables by day, or the gentle candlelight glow over white tablecloths at night, and the interesting people from all over the world who come in to taste our cicchetti?
Can I talk of love? Of the sweet voices of Mommy and Daddy on the phone today, of reductionism and of the microcosm? What if, like William Carlos Williams, I have figured out that everything really does depend on the splash of campari in the red grapefruit sorbet, and that I now know more and more about less and less and will soon see the entire macrocosm in a single prism of sea salt glinting from my foccaccia?
No comments:
Post a Comment