Feb 06, 2012 12:06
I wrote this for my Literary Fiction Workshop. It needs plenty of revision.
The cumin hisses and the mustard pops,
as drops of oil jump up and fall back down
to sizzle in the pan.
Jump away before the
droplets hit.
Hiss-too late.
Toss in the onions.
Again, the sizzle,
and then,
the hiss,
due to stirring.
The shhh-thunk of the knife as
the potatoes split and fall.
Stir again.
Kshrrrk
Scrape the potatoes into the pan.
Add the turmeric
and
stir.
Sniff
Stir again,
then lean over the pan and
inhale.
Faint, but still there.
Traces of mustard and cumin,
overpowered by the turmeric.
Stir again
Thunk
Thunk
Thunk
Shake the spoon
Plop
Clatter
Beep
Ten minutes-timer set
Clunk
Lid goes on
Wait
Tap-tap-tap
Tap-tap-tap
The glass is fogged up now.
Beeeep
Beep
Open lid
Sniff
The smell is stronger: pepper, turmeric, cumin and mustard(black, yellow, green-gray, purple-black)-
pure spice.
Haaaa
Home.
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