Fruit lore
Life is a search that began with childhood fruit noon heat, bare feet, a reach for guava and longan, quick bright laughter. Now we listen to season and place. We gather the S-curve of Vietnam flushed apricot, tamarind sour, starfruit sweet, coconut cool sweet but steady, simple as hometown love.
Time and careful hands shape these scents. Yeast bridges memory and now. New, yet known. One sip and you’re on the porch again. If it fits, stay a bit. The season has more to tell.
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We searched far for a true sweetness, then came back to the old stove. A small flame. Rice low. Potatoes and corn in the coals. Smoke at the door, evening slowed. Cassava shared, rice halved. Laughter, then quiet.
The stove teaches measure: wait, keep, enough. Lift the lid warmth, a soft ring, steady embers. And we know:the sweetness was always here a small kitchen, a faithful flame.
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