Day 25: The Tastes of Xizhou
It's kind of ironic that the tastes of Xizhou prompt fell on today.
Because just this morning, Harry and I were cooking up maple syrup crêpes for breakfast.
The tastes of Xizhou and light and airy, dusty with a hint of wood.
It's salty and soy sauce-y, noodles in a stone pot bowl.
It's sweet and sugary, pancakes in the morning.
It's spicy and obnoxious, they put too much chili in the beef.
The taste of garlic in the air, the cashew chicken we order too often.
The taste of accomplishment, to taste of glory, and oil that is put in absolutely everything.
It makes me so happy.
The taste of blood and iron, while I bite my cheeks when we're in trouble.
The taste of silk on my lips, when I prepare to thread a needle.
The taste of chocolate and midnight secrets, on empty, girlish weekends.
But most of all,
the most tasteful of them all,
is the bittersweet of my impending leave.