posting here since i don't have your current email address
anonymous
February 12 2006, 15:52:18 UTC
Hey Steve. How've you been?
I'm looking for a Mojito recipe and where to find the ingredients. Can you help? If not made correctly Mojito's can be vile. Made correctly they are sublime. =) It's been so long since I've had them (4 years ago in at a delicious little hole-in-the-wall Cuban restaurant in Key West. I had Cuban cuisine and Mojitos for the first time and I remember thinking "if only I could always be as happy and satisfied as I am at this very moment." Contradictorily, this memory of content is now a tease. I know I can't replicate the food but maybe the Mojito's?
It's been so long that I can't remember...is it lemon or lime?...sugar or salt?...
Even though he is Chilean, poems by Neruda remind me of Mojito's and that moment. You have to love a poet that writes an ode to lemon! He also wrote "Ode to Wine", even better.
Hope you're well.
K
Ode to a Lemon by Pablo Neruda Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow emerges, the lemons move down from the tree's planetarium Delicate merchandise! the harbors are big with it- bazaars for the light and the barbarous gold. We open the halves of a miracle, and a clotting of acids brims into the starry divisions: creation's original juices, irreducible, changeless, alive: so the freshness lives on in a lemon, in the sweet-smelling house of the rind, the proportions, arcane and acerb. Cutting the lemon the knife leaves a little cathedral: alcoves unguessed by the eye that open acidulous glass to the light; topazes riding the droplets, altars, aromatic facades. So, while the hand holds the cut of the lemon, half a world on a trencher, the gold of the universe wells to your touch: a cup yellow with miracles, a breast and a nipple perfuming the earth; a flashing made fruitage, the diminutive fire of a planet.
I'm looking for a Mojito recipe and where to find the ingredients. Can you help? If not made correctly Mojito's can be vile. Made correctly they are sublime. =) It's been so long since I've had them (4 years ago in at a delicious little hole-in-the-wall Cuban restaurant in Key West. I had Cuban cuisine and Mojitos for the first time and I remember thinking "if only I could always be as happy and satisfied as I am at this very moment." Contradictorily, this memory of content is now a tease. I know I can't replicate the food but maybe the Mojito's?
It's been so long that I can't remember...is it lemon or lime?...sugar or salt?...
Even though he is Chilean, poems by Neruda remind me of Mojito's and that moment. You have to love a poet that writes an ode to lemon! He also wrote "Ode to Wine", even better.
Hope you're well.
K
Ode to a Lemon by Pablo Neruda
Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
essences,
sodden with fragrance,
the lemon tree's yellow
emerges,
the lemons
move down
from the tree's planetarium
Delicate merchandise!
the harbors are big with it-
bazaars
for the light and the
barbarous gold.
We open
the halves
of a miracle,
and a clotting of acids
brims
into the starry
divisions:
creation's
original juices,
irreducible, changeless,
alive:
so the freshness lives on
in a lemon,
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
the proportions, arcane and acerb.
Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.
So, while the hand
holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world
on a trencher,
the gold of the universe
wells
to your touch:
a cup yellow
with miracles,
a breast and a nipple
perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet.
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