SWEET & SOUR

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.

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 |