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Maybe somewhere in this vegetable broth boiled down from scraps and stalks is something that would make someone else proud. Maybe the leaves out the window are darker at dusk, but glow more than they ever did in the day. Maybe here we can make it the early aughts again, at least the parts we want it to be, where we can run down a dream in San Andreas and run off our Cluckin’ Bell outside. And we can throw a Bloc Party and Circa Survive for the night as the yard fills with a song you wish you knew when you were young. Maybe we can love and last and really live without the world telling us it’s dying. The food is almost ready, and somehow better when there’s no choice but to make yourself what you can and leave out the rest. Maybe something in this Instant Pot, full of rice, beans, and greens now, can muster something good into this body, heal its wounds, and give it the strength to put good in the world, and maybe that’s enough for now.
Fantastic. Makes me think of sunny days and a tube tv (but only the good parts)