I gave my love a cherry that had no stone

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My poem "Crossing the Line," which is about and dedicated to my mother, is now online at Goblin Fruit. Hello, internet publication!

From a recipe salvaged from one of the numberless back issues of Gourmet that were recently put out for recycling, my father and I made negimaki—like sushi, only with scallions and flank steak—last night. They were delicious. We couldn't find mirin for the marinade in the local liquor store, but that was the only hitch. Pounding the flank steak to a thickness of one-sixteenth of an inch was also peculiarly therapeutic. Our house smelled like a Japanese restaurant until this morning, when my mother made pear cake.

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Comments

[palecast.livejournal.com]

It's a lovely poem - many congratulations. I am a sucker for anything to do with the sea. A bottle with a ghost ship stoppered inside... oh yes I like that. And what a gem of a website.

[matt-wallace.livejournal.com]

I always liked the word "drachma." I just wish it had a more readily useable definition.

I dig your mom's style. She sounds like a very cool lady. Did she ever cross paths with any other ancient gods and/or goddesses?

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

NO MORE PUTTING THE GOURMET OUT FOR RECYCLING. You wrap them up in brown paper and send them cheap-ass book rate TO ME.

*feels the capslock is justified* How can you recycle old Gourmets? What about the encapsulation of food culture decade by decade? What about the wacky food photography? And the ADS?

[lesser-celery.livejournal.com]

Great to see "Crossing the Line" in print. The poem and the story it tells are cool.

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

Mirin will be in the grocery store, not the liquor store, next to the soy sauce and labeled 'Chinese cooking wine'.

I am very fond of the poem.

[thewriteratwork.livejournal.com]

I love reading you, for a variety of reasons; one being all the great lit mags I learn about -- thank you!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Congratulations! That's a lovely poem, there, and a wonderful story behind it.

The negimaki sounds lovely, as does the house-smelling-like-a-Japanese-restaurant, as does the pear cake.