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If not for the creamy herb chicken

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Simmered
in a flavourful and creamy herb sauce with a hint of garlic
on a weekday
is deliberation; why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
on the windowsill?
I coat the chicken breasts with onion and herbs,
season generously with salt and pepper.
The intellect chooses its own social gathering;
I chew upon this piece of information as the concoction
no longer pink inside
heats with another two teaspoons of olive oil and sauté garlic
with basil and oregano—
there are people who are generic, they exist within their own limitations
and shun
the ones who seem even a little bit different— I am a rebel
I thought, adding cream;
I refuse to be in the centre of the pan like cornstarch,
quickly stirring,
until acceptance like sauce has thickened slightly—
explore the world,
so often it happens that creative minds due to societal pressure
limit themselves.
I return the chicken to the skillet,
sprinkle with extra herbs and serve immediately—
there are moments
when one has to decide between following destiny and fulfilling its purpose
or succumbing
to the vengeful, the demented and the sadists who work together to form
an organized conspiracy to oppress others in the world.
Remember,
to feel deeply is not a sign of weakness,
it’s a medium that sets us apart in society—
so much so that
when whispers of approval or contempt float across the room;
you will know—
“if not for the creamy herb chicken.”

 

 

 

Photo credits: Guest House by Yakira Eppel, Unsplash

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26 Replies to “If not for the creamy herb chicken”

  2. Feeling deeply has often been stigmatized as weakness. Though admittedly there are sometimes I wish I didn’t do it quite so often, I’ve have plenty more times where I’ve felt blessed to feel so strongly.

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    2. I feel the same, Rommy. I’ve been learning to harness my deep-feeling as a strength rather than being totally overwhelmed by it.

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  4. Oh, you temptress, Sanaa, I’ve only just had lunch! Although I don’t eat chicken, your creamy herb chicken is so enticing. I love the way you scattered emotions and human conditions throughout the poem, such as ‘why is there always a deep shade of melancholy / on the windowsill?’ and ‘to feel deeply is not a sign of weakness’.

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  7. I liked all your dishes, Sanaa, but none would be on my favorites to eat list. Simple but very clever was corn starch, stirring, and the center of the pan.
    My favorite was “… is deliberation; why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
    on the windowsill?” I love your relationshop establishment.
    And what an ingredient list for creamy herb chicken, it is always good.
    I believe the cooperation between all “the demented and the sadists who work together to…”
    You did sooo very well with your prompt, thank you for it.
    ..

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  8. “why is there always a deep shade of melancholy
    on the windowsill?”

    I think cooking is a great way to lift one’s spirits

    Happy Wednesday Sanaa

    much love…

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