The gruyere cheese lies against the bowl sides in thin strips,
hiding the flower-glazed rim.
The onion is finely chopped, the parsley minced
and all of that added to a shaken jar of vinaigrette.
I don't normally like the taste of mustard,
but I will try this with dijon, as Patricia directs.
With each yellow-smelling wave I tell myself
a recipe may taste nothing like the ingredients.
Cover and refrigerate for one hour to several,
the page reads.
My first Cornwell recipe, and I wait my hour.
When the phone rings, I pick up smiling.
But the news will leave my gruyere alone for nine hours,
and I hope nine is not more than the offered several.
I wonder if my gruyere is drowning in the marinade,
if it feels abandoned and cold,
if it will turn on me, and taste like mustard covered onions.
Stonehill
11 years ago
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