Hello everyone! This is Toni at the Bar coming to you live on the First.Day.of.Spring.
So my prompt to you all today is to write, not about the best picnic you ever went on but The Best Meal You Ever Ate. Plain and simple. What is the best meal you ever ate or what is one out of the top five best meals you ever ate? I would like a one – 3 paragraph haibun with a seasonal (season word included) in the haiku to end it and bring it all together. I don’t want politics included in the meal. I’d rather we keep this politic free. So please, no politics or jibes at anyone in office.
Wise men talk about ideas, intellectuals about facts, and the ordinary man talks about what he eats. Mongolian Proverb
The fire burns bright and sparks jump and dance in the night sky. Around me I see the dark black faces of African men. The conversation is animated. Words flying faster than the fiery sparks in Arabic, Wolof, Mandinka and Djola. I am lost here in this moment and yet I can sense a deep and ancient peace present in the circle. It’s always been this way here. I am in awe of this place and my mind wanders back in time and I think deeply about this spot. About my place in it. Right now. How can I, a Mancunian born lad, be so at home in Africa?
Lost in deep thought. Pondering the meaning of my own existence. Suddenly they are up and on their feet. Shouting and pointing and before I have any chance to ask what is happening they are gone. Running into the bush. Here I sit now. Alone in Africa. Wondering. Many ideas flash through my mind.Fear skirts around the edge of my consciousness and I feel my vulnerability here raw and exposed. There is however a moment. A point in time. Me. The Fire. Africa. Big Sky. Alone. Wow.
Shouts in the distance and shadows moving out of the darkness and once more into the fire light. Here is my answer. Bush Rat. Caught and clubbed in the dark African night. It is then singed and scraped of it’s hair with a knife and placed into the fire. Water is boiled in a pot and the scorched animal is cut into pieces and placed there along with herbs and local grown vegetables. I watch and wait. The conversation continues and all eyes are on me now as one man with words in my native English turns and explains as we sit around the communal food plate. This is good medicine, I am told. I am lucky to be here tonight. We will eat well.
this night of starlit cosmos
bush rat tasting good