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I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

boiling chili chocolate is not just water :)

I.

"The kitchen is a place of remembered magic. What are spells,
if not womankind's oldest recipes? What is a cauldron but a pot
for witches' bouillabaisse? Snow White's stepmother was Apple
Annie with a grudge, and Macbeth's Weird Sisters were the soup-
chefs of Destiny. If a woman's place is at the stove, then it is there
she spent millenniums perfecting her potions. She let her power
simmer over a low flame; then she served up the concoction, a
work of art from the hearth, to charm those who would love her
and poison those who would enslave her”.

II.

I've always pimped my cocina with colorful things, tiny creatures and scented candles. It was another mystical place in my house that I never got to use in my 41 years until he made me cook like no one else did.  "Pinakbet" was my first attempt.  He requested for it because it is his favorite vegetable stew.  Pinakebbet is an Ilocano word which means "to shrivel" or "dry up".  So there, one sweet morning, he woke up in America from the scent of a Filipino kitchen, a Kabitenya's version of an Ilocano hot dish ;)

III.

"... humans are born with a certain amount of passion or a certain amount of matches in a matchbox. To achieve happiness one must light up their matches one by one, little by little, until they have reached the totality of their potential bliss. However, these matches cannot be lit alone. They need a significant other, an oxygen that could keep their fire burning. If these matches are left alone throughout life, they will moisten and lose all feasibility to be lit. If this happens and at some point such a great passion is ignited that causes all the matches to light up all at once, then an uncontrollable fire will consume the soul, leaving it with no air to breathe, causing its earthly collapse and taking the soul to a luminous tunnel where an eternal life of love should take place. This is precisely what occurred to Pedro when he and Tita had sexual intercourse for the very first time. The ecstasy that he felt during climax was so powerful that he died and entered this luminous tunnel. Without him, Tita knew that she would never be able to light her candles again, thus, literally taking matches, eating them, and creating a fire of her own within her. She was successful in that she saw the bright tunnel and Pedro within it. They wrapped each other in a long embrace, again experiencing an amorous climax, and left together for the lost Eden. Never again would they be apart. They achieved their purpose in life: to find the soul mate with whom to integrate and run away with them to an infinite realm comprised of pure love.    The magic produced in Tita and Pedro’s consummation was one that created such a fire that it burned down the entire barn. All this passionate fire was held within them for a very long time and when at last it broke loose, it was inextinguishable."

IV.

The passion, the sexual tension, then sweet eventually, the consummation and irrepressible orgasm. This led me to my invention of blitzkrieg makin' love.     

V.

" ... melancholy teardrops.  Weeping was just the first symptom of a strange intoxication
-an acute attack of pain and frustration- that seized the guests
and scattered them across the patio and the grounds and in
the bathrooms, all of them wailing over their lost loves."

VI.

Agree.  Substituting one love for another is like using water in the mole sauce instead of chocolate.  The next think I know, Yo estaba hornear pastel chabela y enviarlo a Houston, Texas.


-The End-


*footnotes:  www.collegetermpapers.com ... the ones in even numbers were mine :)

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