I remember spreading out fresh leeks and fruit. Of cooking and then moving the food through to this room. Of going in there — of moving from the stage of the dark kitchen, to that enframed space of dining. To eat cooked food among the fresh. Jostling for space at the table. Like standing in a river eating barbecued fish. Like drinking in the bath. Something so subtly odd. To admit, to keep a space at the table for, the fruits that produced the pie.
Of river fish
Of river fish
Of river fish
I remember spreading out fresh leeks and fruit. Of cooking and then moving the food through to this room. Of going in there — of moving from the stage of the dark kitchen, to that enframed space of dining. To eat cooked food among the fresh. Jostling for space at the table. Like standing in a river eating barbecued fish. Like drinking in the bath. Something so subtly odd. To admit, to keep a space at the table for, the fruits that produced the pie.