vessel clean, bone dry
scrubbed until nothing
of substance remains.
colors long faded, rust
brown in the deep bowl
long dormant orange-red
stripes run horizontal
on a sad blue-tinged,
chipped background.
perched on a shelf behind
a small glass pitcher
and an oval turkey platter
brought out for special
occasions calling for
authentic Mexican salsa
the hot stuff made with
jalapeños and cilantro
chased with cold Corona.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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This one is really good! love the photos too – first one classic formal shapes, second so very … Mexican?
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Thank you! I wanted to use one of my own old pieces of pottery, but couldn’t get a good photograph.
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Nice. 🙂
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Aw! Thank you!
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Appetising
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Are you pro-cilantro or anti-cilantro?
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Love it – as coriander garnishing curries
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My husband despises it. I love it.
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