Picking an ingredient or a recipe to write about
is one way to write about food and life
when hoping to set a place in the blogosphere.
If one could see the screen as a plate instead of emptiness,
and fill the plate as one does,
maybe there'd be less resistance?
Maybe resistance is the ingredient.
Or maybe its more a technique?
Seeking relief from the page I skulk to the kitchen
where knives and pans chastise;
nourishing rather than quelling hesitation.
Resisting words becomes tasty.

Bruise late harvest tomatoes
then swath in cheesecloth and wring.

In contrast to hand wringing before the screen

the resultant tomato water is an elixir.
Freezes for future uses;

seductive cocktails that spark taste memory 

resisting Winter's dearth.

And if you're in the kitchen

resisting writing,

and there happens to be squash:

scoop the seeds into a bowl of water

where they can sit an hour, a day, 

or more in the fridge,

and in a next moment

of productivity or procrastination,

swoosh the seeds about

and separate them from their fibrous flesh.

Put them in a pan. Blot Dry. Drizzle with oil. 

Add a pinch of salt.

Roast, shaking the pan now and again,                         

till browned and crunchy.

These are irresistible,

Put them in a pan. Blot Dry. Drizzle with oil. 

Add a pinch of salt.

Roast, shaking the pan now and again,                          

till browned and crunchy.

These are irresistible,
the clear actions of cooking,
and also the seeds,                                                    

especially with tomato water cocktails

which are good for celebrating 

when resisting desists
and words start cooking.