Dear foodstuffs lying on my table,

I wonder what can be made of you, separately or together.

I wonder whether I will ever look at hard squash at five o'clock, or six o'clock, or six thirty, at the end of a long day in the middle of the semester, and say: yes.

I wonder if I will still have dried cherries in December, when I will need some for the baking.

I wonder indeed that there are still peaches in October, and that they are still so delicious.

I wonder if it is time to go to the store for more almonds.

Please, foodstuffs lying on my table, reveal your secret logic to me in the form of a menu.

I'm really, really hungry.

htms