My Cardamom Kitchen

22 Feb

First,

pour the milk,

frothy and warm.

Watch its

whiteness bubble to

hug the sides of the cup.

 

Scatter strands of saffron, red

flotillas of poetry, they seep

into verses by Rumi and Hafez.

 

Slip in the almonds, soft, blanched,

they descend to the bottom and

strengthen the brew.

 

Next,

sprinkle sugar, top it off with

cardamom, a splash of

vanilla, then gently stir.

 

Let sit the

quietness, the comfort, the

potion;

it awaits its

recipient,

eager to serve.

 

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5 Responses to “My Cardamom Kitchen”

  1. Anjali's avatar
    Anjali February 22, 2012 at 8:04 pm #

    Nice! I am tempted to have one. Love the reference to Rumi.

  2. Deepti Nalavade Mahule's avatar
    Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad February 23, 2012 at 4:31 pm #

    I discovered your blog today, went through some of your posts and found that I really like your writing style. You write such delightful poetry as well!
    Also, are you a Bay Area/San Fran resident?

  3. Orange Jammies's avatar
    Orange Jammies February 23, 2012 at 7:17 pm #

    Anjali: 🙂 Thanks. Chug one, do. It’s yum!

    Dancing Fingers Singing Keypad: Thanks and welcome to WWNP. 🙂 Yes, I live in the Bay Area.

  4. dipali's avatar
    dipali February 26, 2012 at 8:26 am #

    Warm and soothing, nourishing both body and soul:)

  5. Orange Jammies's avatar
    Orange Jammies February 29, 2012 at 9:24 pm #

    dipali: 🙂

Here's a bar of chocolate. Now talk to me. :)