The Slow-Cooked Sentence

Recipe poetry: Fried Rice, Deconstructed

Rachael Conlin Levy

Rice.

Fried egg,

sunny, runny.

Sautéed peas keep their snap.

Crispy-gold garlic and ginger.

Splashes of sesame and soya. Feeds

one.



2 responses to “Recipe poetry: Fried Rice, Deconstructed”

  1. Perfection, methinks.

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