I bet you're right. I c & p'd from the Writer's Almanac it came to me in. Didn't read as carefully as I thought I did. Julie Krueger On Sat, Feb 18, 2012 at 1:54 PM, Robert Paul <rpaul@xxxxxxxx> wrote: > Thanks, Julie, but I'll bet it's ...'no seed is spared...' This avoids > the pathetic fallacy, > and saves you some explainin'. > > Robert Paul > > -------------- > > > *Cook * > > by Jane > Hirshfield<http://www.elabs7.com/c.html?rtr=on&s=fj6,ukcc,dv,b6go,bnbm,m9hw,l29c> > > Each night you come home with five continents on your hands: > garlic, olive oil, saffron, anise, coriander, tea, > your fingernails blackened with a marjoram and thyme. > Sometimes the zucchini's flesh seems like a fish-steak, > cut into neat filets, or the salt-rubbed eggplant > yields not bitter water, but dark mystery. > You cut everything into bits. > No core, no kernel, no seed is scared: you cut > onions for hours and do not cry, > cut them to thin transparencies, the red ones > spreading before you like fallen flowers; > you cut scallions from white to green, you cut > radishes, apples, broccoli, you cut oranges, watercress, > romaine, you cut your fingers, you cut and cut > beyond the heart of things, where > nothing remains, and you cut that too, scoring coup > on the butcherblock, leaving your mark, > when you go > your feet are as pounded as brioche dough. > > >