Tuesday, March 17, 2026

food poem 8 (May 17, 2024)

Montreal bagels toasted with Haskell berry jam. They are crunchy then chewy. The jam is bitter and bright and sweet and deep blue or purple. Actually something more complex and oxidizing than bitter, something oxidizing in the nose, while being blue or purple and bright and while being sweet. Not a good word for it I guess. And cold.