On Monday, August 31, 2015 2:05 PM, N.A. Booko wrote:
But close to it. Saturday I packed a meager lunch for my out of town trip. Five fresh cut okra pods (eat raw with salt) a leftover heal from a loaf of bread and two dried figs.
After I was at the event for a couple of hours, I discovered I had left my lunch at home. Next day I cooked the okra and didn’t eat the bread.
Today, returning from a hectic trip to the city (in this case, Pittsboro) I was too tired to cook lunch. I noticed the slice of bread- I then remembered I had the lower portion of a large Vadalia onion and maybe a cup full of buttermilk. I thought to myself- ‘why not?’
The succulent pungent layers of raw onion broke off like artichokes petals and I nibbled at the little crust of bread- sipping the creamy, tangy buttermilk in-between. It disappeared all too fast – but it told me something about food and myself. So simple, so rewarding . . .
N.A. Booko
N.A. Booko lives and writes in Chatham County