What the tv chefs don’t teach us | Don Mihsill

At day-break, I saw a man re-assemble
an old Yezdi. I drew the curtains, opened
a window, rubbed the bars free from a week’s dust &
tasted the night congealed in my mouth.

The landlady knocks on the door,
Alice is already in the shower &
mother calls to remind me to bring her
home at Christmas. This is familiar:

Alice walks-in, wrapped up in a daisy
print towel. It is not what it looks like.
She’s a chef and she has taught me
to do the basics right: plan in advance,

use a sharp knife and when in doubt
trust the selected ingredients. Above all,
she says, do not deconstruct a dish
if you already love what you have or
if you don’t know how to
honor the individual
parts like the whole.

Author : Don Mihsill 

Don is from where the clouds live. He wiled away his younger years sleeping on the grassy fields of Patkai, Nagaland. In Shillong, his English teacher ignited a love for poetry. Naturally, he was going to grow up and become a lawyer. Currently, he is busy figuring a way to let poetry pay the bills (of the mind and the heart).

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