Inside, I cooked a big pot of squash soup with lots of onion, garlic, ginger and cayenne pepper, served it with pine nuts and bacon bits, cheese and bread. I also roasted carrots and parsnips in olive oil.
Warming, colorful, simple comfort food served on a cold, snowy-white day with our family and a friend gathered around the kitchen table. Oh, and buckeyes for dessert, that delicious combo of chocolate and peanut butter, a gift from Josh, a former creative writing student. Divine.
The eye hungers for beauty found in nature. The tongue desires flavor, spice, not mere sustenance. And what about our other appetites? "In the presence of a good poem, we remember/discover the soul has an appetite, and that appetite is for emotional veracity and the unsayable," writes Stephen Dunn in the chapter titled "The Good and the Not So Good" in his book Walking Light. What poems come to mind for you when you read that quote?