Handling wild grown
Letter #102
50 cents worth of vegetable reminds Marn of everyone’s unmeasurable worth.
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Bend it. Feel where it wants to break, which part wants to go. Can’t rush them, can’t tell them what to do, they know. Even a sharp knife sears through, missing the brisk snap of ‘okay off we go’.
I don’t actually know what they’re called. Some supermarkets call it spinach, bearing the same name as half a dozen others that look nothing alike. I buy them because they are 2 for a dollar, last for days and create a nice mesh to capture a popped mustard coconut tangy mix of flavours.
Blatantly inspired by veg thoran but I changed the proportions completely according to mood, I can’t say it’s the same so there is no name…
heat oil to a shimmer
pop 1/2 tsp black mustard seeds
add 1/2 tsp urid dal
a pinch each of dried chilli, hong, fenugreek seeds, salt
add a cup of chopped veg
add 2 tbsp shredded coconut
finish with as much lemon juice as you feel like it
This nameless flavourless veg sometimes plays a supporting role. Everyone deserves love.
Handle wild ones with care.
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If you’re not so new here,
Hey again. I love saying that, the feeling of exhaled air from the vessel of my body, contributing life-force to the ecosystem. Hey hey hey. I struggle but in the moments I manage to immerse in not knowing, I send a letter. Let’s hope they keep coming.
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I’m Marn (noisybeak.com) a flesh being who makes other beings from fabric discards, while learning to be a real person. This letter is a way to share the spirit to survive and thrive, because otherwise why the hell did I go through all that for?