Today I've added about 80 words to the new long poem. That's a lot for me. The piece is problematic. Which is keeping me interested. 22 pages into the thing.
Made a terrific sea food pasta for lunch. I stir fryed shrimp, bay scallops and calamari in olive oil with red pepper flakes. Added a splash of lemon juice and some parsley. Tossed it all with whole grain pasta. Simple and wonderful. One of my favorite kind of cooking. Good ingredients and true depths of flavor. The broth was memorable. It has me wanting to do a fish stew or cioppino.
I sometimes dream of slurping oysters, eating octopus. I'm always hungry.