samusa soup; tea leaf salad; lychee mojito; syrup of a young coconut; ceviche & fried yucca; roasted nut tart; tamarind margarita; cookies the shape of italy; breaded scallops with red pepper coulis; bruchetta with eggplant tapenade; rosewater dessert wine; award winning homemade caramels. and the rest is yet to come.
begun the first few pages of thoreau's walden today, trying to get into the whole 'simple living' thing. romances about jars of jam, pickling, and making my own toasted coconut and almond butter ice cream. but, to be honest, i'm no simple girl: i know the language, even though i may choose to abuse it; my nails are red; my bling bling is quite big, as is my hair. i like stuff.
but, nonetheless, i still write poems about how to build a heartfelt treehouse. and little house on the prairie in my heart. and so i return to my native land. i may regret this. i am about to let go of the handle of a kite and i have no idea. i am about to learn some things. i have learned a lot of things. i am much more or less myself than i've ever been.
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