no poem today,
merely the admiration of my new kitchen toy
which transforms these globes of masa harina
into the lyrical wonder of warm corn tortillas.
If you cannot find me the rest of this summer,
know that I'll be wandering the market stalls,
know that I'll be wandering the market stalls,
finding produce to turn into salsas.
It always amazes me how a $2 press and a $3 bag of masa can make me happy for so long.
ReplyDeleteTruly! And i`m going to use it this wintter for lefse!
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