The view from our kitchen window is interesting in that it looks into the grassy yard of the boxing club that abuts our property. In the winter the water freezes in large waterfall sculptures down the far corner and the mysterious mounds of snow hide the large training tires and the sometimes abandoned bmx knock offs. In the summer the young boys goad each other to pick up the training hammer and take a swing at the tire, mimicking the young men who are in real training. As I bake and cook the steam fills the window and escapes and the boys lift their faces smelling the air in unison. My litter of pups, who grumble they still have to run the block five more times before they can go home to dinner....
Leftovers are our favorites. After sitting in their spices and herbs, meats and vegetables settle and mature and the taste is even more sweetly anticipated than the first night they were served. But then soon they are finished off, some quicker than others, leaving stacks of dishes waiting their turn to steam the window...
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