Thick glossy cookery books entice me the heavier the better Layered with tangible ingredients and places Like apricot and prickly pear, kudu and Karoo With recipes that read like poetry under my fingertips I gorge my senses in bookshops absorbing pictures of loaded tables and exquisite gardens heavy with the luxury of time I don’t quite know what they give to me except maybe wistfulness The sense of wanting to be somewhere else Far from traffic, concrete, the rush of ordinary lives The reality of scrambled eggs or two-minute noodles.
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very true:
"Isn't it time we acknowledge that no human being with any passion and deeply held beliefs ever emerged flawless into the world? And that if every mistake, misstep, boneheaded decision, or error in judgment becomes an automatic disqualifier for public service, then we're going to be left with a political landscape filled with nothing but wrinkle-free, foible-free, passionless automatons who have never made a mistake because they never took the risk of having an original thought."
arianna huffington
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