as far back as I can remember
my mãma made this zesty drink
for us when we had the sniffles
&
having a cold as a child was
just like that shake,
sweet & sour.
sleepless nights
tangled in feverish sheets
with mãmas soft hand
on my warm forehead
as the day broke,
drowsy and
with eyes sensitive to the light.
I listened to the sound
of the mixer whirring. blending,
sour citrus & sweet honey.
did you, like me,
pretend to be sick for an extra day?
thats what my noël does,
and I let him.
&
I watch him, sitting in the kitchen
squinting his hazelgreen eyes at the sunrise
wrapped up in a blanket and
waiting as I whirr and blend.
we sit. side by side, both sniffling
and as a soft pale-yellow foam
forms at the top of our drinks
we snuggle closer.
&
I watch him, sitting in the kitchen
squinting his hazelgreen eyes at the sunrise
wrapped up in a blanket and
waiting as I whirr and blend.
we sit. side by side, both sniffling
and as a soft pale-yellow foam
forms at the top of our drinks
we snuggle closer.
and I remember.
having the sniffles
is just like this shake,
sweet & sour.
Stay hungry Stay soulfullish'
x
Emma
| local freerange organic eggs from family-friends |
| noël being his garçon-parisien-self, stache' an' all |
| recipe & sniffle shake |
| all words and cookery by emma lemholt |
| all images by hannah lemholt |