Summer Colour
This week we played with the colors of the sunrise after the solitary rain.
An early morning view from our balcony
We assembled them in bowls and in pitchers;
We suspended them over simple syrup
And poured dry white wines over them
Fruity white wine sangria
And laid them out with tarts and cakes
So that we could play afternoon party with the ladies
And make everyone laugh and giggle girlishly;
BFF brunch: potato leek tart, chocolate basil cake, fruit salad of the skies
And don’t forget the sunrisen sangria
We poured simple syrup over them
And whirred them into bits with flecks of minty green
This was Little G’s very own concoction
So that we could imagine them alien faces
With so many eyes and such long and strange noses
All ready to be slurped up before they slurped us up;
And his very own interpretation of the scene he’d assembled
Or we froze them into pops that dropped
And dripped down our fingers in the afternoon heat;
Mango Peach Berry Minty Pop!
More ori-G-nal ideas and food styling
And we looked up at the hot faded-blue empty sky
And we looked ahead at the unending summer
As a palette of such reds and oranges and yellows
As would keep us in playful togetherness,
As would bring the laughter of the children running, running,
And we felt brave.
Wow
:) There’s this fiction piece in David Remnick’s food collection book (its name starts with “Secret Ingredients”) about a woman who likes to make striped jello to calm herself down. So whenever you open her fridge, you find multiple moulds tilted to 45 degrees, to take on the shape of the layer so another one can be poured on. Her son feels like he’s transported into some sort of sci-fi world everytime he sees it, but to me it was just such a happy picture, a fridge full of striped jelly moulds. And the jug with the orange slices and everything else reminded me of that!
I like that–using lengthy and delicate food setting processes to calm oneself down. I’ll have to look Remnick’s work up. I can imagine it looking all psychedelic and all, but I’ll bet the kids would love that, opening the fridge door–as would I! Jelly moulds cocked sideways, a new stripe layered on daily. What fun to think of jello as slow food!