Lake Posted September 16, 2010 Share Posted September 16, 2010 As though the pot were a basin, where lettuce, spinach and cabbage grow, where cows and sheep graze. And fat fish and shrimp swim and swarm the river surface. We watch - in the boiling spicy soup, the greens absorbing drops of oil turn glossy green. Fresh red and white slices sink then rise, in curled and uncurled shapes. That is how they assimilate in this rich broth, a collage of tastes and colors, a beauty in one pot while still keeping their own unchangeable identities. . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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