Jessica
Persian Angel Baklava
This is what grace
tastes like: light layers
made heavy with honey
briefly blossoming
with dried rose petals, before
disappearing on my tongue.
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On Saturday morning, the whole family went to the Lincoln Haymarket Farmer’s Market. Now, Aaron and I are obsessed with our own farmer’s market, which is dominated by farmer’s and artisan food makers. The Haymarket Farmer’s Market is incredibly different. There was barely any produce. Instead, there were numerous bakers, prepared food vendors, and artisan food makers. Since we went around breakfast time, we ate breakfast: Filipino lumpia, spanakopita, apple fritters, and samples from various food makers. But by far the best food I had was one we purchased and ate at home: Persian-style baklava topped with dried rose petals. It may be the best baked good I’ve ever had. If you ever venture to Lincoln, NE, you must seek out the baklava vendor.
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This micropoem is part of A River of Stones International Small Stone Writing Month, hosted by Fiona and Kaspa. The goal of the project is for participants to create one small stone (a recorded moment of mindful observation) each day in July.
