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Paella Perfection - Nov. 8, 2026

Gary Hunter
11 minutes ago
1 min read

if the young smell something burning

on the stove they sprint, fling doors,

cut corners and turn the knob

even before skidding to a stop

 

my dash to the kitchen is measured -

rounded turns, no short cuts or bursts

of speed, gripping the house for balance

a sloppy definition for urgent

 

while their rice

has a nice brown crackle on the bottom,

paella perfection

 

mine is black

and after a wrinkled nose of a bite

out comes the big spoon

 

as I open the lower cabinet door

 

 

 

                               

 

 

 

                      

 
 
 

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