Light a candle and sip French
wine so as not to draw tears
Slice onions, shallots and
leeks thin, patient
so as not to cut fingers
Salt and pepper to balance the
sweet times of life,
Sugar for the heavy times
Dark broth
Crusty bread for your soul and
Cheese for the pleasure, let it
melt inside you
Serve warm in bowls with love.
—from Imagined Recipes
from my Grandmother’s Cookbook
c. 2012, Martin A.
Bartels,
part of my new
collection, ‘Unlanguage’
Ah French onion soup - it exists forever in my memories of childhood. B&B in Guernsey, the delicious soup served with sprinkled cheese and crusty bread - I can taste its perfection now.
ReplyDeleteNever tasted such a wonderful thing since despite numerous endeavours to create my own or ordered at restaurants.
One day perhaps...
Anna :o]
Thanks for your kind comments on my work!!
DeleteA delightful dinner!
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