Tag Archives: Food

Crunch

Posted on January 26, 2021 by Sabra Bowers

Would watermelon taste as sweet without itThe sound and feel of crunch There’s the obvious crunch ofNuts, carrots, celery with cream cheese There’s the softer crunch ofRoast beef, tomato, mayo, wrapped in lettuce leaves Did I mention toast and jam, … Continue reading →

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Broken Pieces

Posted on February 13, 2019 by Sabra Bowers

searching shelled pecans for broken pieces of goodness leaving wholeness for later  

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Figs

Posted on July 16, 2018 by Sabra Bowers

looking through my kitchen window I notice my fig bush has grown several feet since last summer I can no longer pull down the top limbs to harvest the ripe, brown fruit when contemplating my figs, I usually think of … Continue reading →

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Like Hemingway

Posted on September 14, 2013 by Sabra Bowers

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I recently read A Moveable Feast written by Ernest Hemingway about his early years in Paris.  He shares memories of himself and other writers living in or visiting Paris during the years he lived in Europe.  The book … Continue reading →

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