Famished, sleepy, and late, I
hurried into the kitchen, eyes searching for victuals even before I had opened
the refrigerator. Cereal, no, eggs, no,
stuffed squash, no, yogurt, no, ahhh magdoos, yes yes yes. A tear of the
pita bread, a pop of the opening lid, a scooping of the salty, preserved,
glistening aubergines, a primal sound of satisfaction escaping through closed,
chewing mouth. The briny, vinegary baby eggplant flesh broke easily to give the
filling center stage: walnuts, red chilies, and garlic collide and meld
together with fruity olive oil to paint a crunchy, heated, unctuous landscape
of flavors upon my tongue. I forgot the clock, forgot the work, forgot all else
so effortlessly and relished a few assertive morsels of something so simple,
and so exactly what I wanted.
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