Some winter mornings the thought of cooking dinner at the end of the day is not attractive, I’m too busy, too tired, too whatever. The only thing to do is to chop vegetables early, dump them in the slow cooker, toss legumes in later, and relax. My idea of sane cooking …
THE LONG MEAL 
slow
cook
for hours
to savour
smells that fill the house
creating early appetites
until by dinner-time, hunger
pervades my body
and I watch
the clock
tick
tock
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
