Sonnet XVII - Pablo Neruda

I do not love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,

or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:

I love you as one loves certain obscure things,

secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries

the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,

and thanks to your love that tight aroma that arose

from the earth lives dimly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Not My Mama's Kitchen

There used to be a blogging site called Posterous where I had two food-related blogs, one called “Not My Mama’s Kitchen”, the other “The Happy Eater”. Posterous was acquired by Twitter and they dismantled Posterous shortly after the acquisition.

I downloaded my posts from both blogs. The Happy Eater was mainly photos of food I ate while Not My Mama’s Kitchen was about the food I cooked at home in my mom’s kitchen. I’ve been meaning to tidy up the latter before sharing them here, but I’ve been procrastinating…

Anyway, today, I decided to launch the old posts on NMMK. The photos can’t be seen (which was part of the tidying up process that I didn’t accomplish), but I wanted to share the recipes and whatnot from NMMK.

If you’re the least bit curious (as I am because I still need to sift through those old posts) about what I used to write about, have a look (up top) and click on “Not My Mama’s Kitchen”. I’m hoping to add more posts to that again soon.