Fresh coconuts and
Pomelos and
Leis....
in Little India in Singapore.
Kitchen beaming with vases of daffodils and sunshine -
mine for the afternoon
while husband walks in Somerset with brother-in-law.
I stand at the stove
stirring a pan of strawberry and redcurrant ruby jam.
Then another one - the hidden depths of last year's black currants.
In the oven, perfumed cake rises
and cracks open its burnished top
showing almondy fruity lava.
Tender sweet promise
of husband's birthday
still to come.
And then my once a year
indulgence -
stove-top rice pudding.
Except this time
no butter no milk no cream.
Just the contents of a coconut
or several coconuts in a can
and the black sticky scrapings of a vanilla pod
all the way from India.
Simmered to a soft white bumpy sea
ready for its pebbly wave of black currant compote
and pool of Maple syrup.
Waiting for a spoon
and a husband
to come home.
Thank you to My New Roots for inspiration...
http://www.mynewroots.org/site/2014/01/coconut-black-rice-breakfast-pudding/
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