#summer kitchen

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Мама подарила сервиз с нежнейшими цветочками. Летом появляется базилик и это значит, что он будет во всех моих блюдах без возражений (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Базилик защитит от негатива, излечит израненную душу и подарит спокойствие.

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Summer Kitchen

by Donald Hall

In June's high light she stood at the sink With a glass of wine, And listened for the bobolink, And crushed garlic in late sunshine.

I watched her cooking, from my chair. She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips.

"It's ready now. Come on," she said. "You light the candle." We ate, and talked, and went to bed, And slept. It was a miracle.

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Afternoon at MacDowell (1993) by Jane Kenyon Summer Kitchen (1999) by Donald Hall

In Episode 263, Rachel shares one of the greatest poet romances of all time!

Rachel: I wanted to talk about Jane Kenya for a minute. So she is 20 years younger than him. Um, and that is significant because it makes kind of what happened in their relationship kind of all the more tragic. So in 1989, Donald Hall was diagnosed with colon cancer, and even though his chances of survival were really slim, he ended up going into remission. Five years later, Jane Kenyon was diagnosed with leukemia and died only 15 months later at age 47.

In those last months of her life, they were putting together an anthology of her work. And at the time she was kind of commenting on his health issues. So I wanted to read one of her poems about his illness, and then read his poem kind of about her. Because I think like, you appreciate his more if you have read hers.

[His poem] is lovely in the context of her poem, particularly because they both used the word "miracle", and her miracle is kind of in the context of poetry and art and this kind of high concept, you know, of what is spectacular. And then his is just kind of like, we had an incredible life, and that was a miracle, too.

This segment is such a gem. When Rachel pointed out the miracle link, I was blown away because I hadn't even noticed. Adding my two cents to the cause -and just like Rachel, I don't pretend or assume this is an actual connection meant by Hall- I like to think Donald was also echoing the use of the chair, and the use of light in his poem.

If you’d like to hear more about this poet romance, you can do so here: BoPo, from 8:01 - 17:56

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First of all, Olia Hercules. Find her on IG and follow, because she made me fall further in love with the Ukrainian kitchen and Eastern European cooking in general.

Holubsti. In a tomato sauce (with some dill and full fat sour crème in it) and served with an extra dollop of sour crème and fresh dill. (Dill is life, so it seems)

My first attempt. Rolling a holubsti is a skill and cabbage that is boiled has a lovely pale green colour. Over all, the kitchen has had a busy day. And I still have some left over for tomorrow.

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