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San Valentino, Il gusto proibito dello zenzero e parole sparse

"They were very different, but it did not matter. There were no differences were noted. They were like, and happy. It was hard to tell where one ended and where the other begins "

today for Valentine's Day leave you a few lines about books and poems.

I just finished reading "The taste of ginger forbidden" of Jamie Ford published by Garzanti 2010 (original title: Hotel On the Corner of Bitter and Sweet ) and the words quoted at the beginning of the post belongs to the reflections of Henry, the protagonist of the book, observing his son Marty. There revealed nothing of the story told in the book but it is one of the steps that are set in my mind. Good book to read in one breath with the counterpoint of the historical periods that intersect.

Finally a poem by Emily on the power of words :

A little overflowing word

That someone, hearing her, had invested

Ardore or Tears,

Although generations pass,

Traditions ripen and decay,

As eloquently shows -

A little overflowing word

That any, hearing, Had inferred

For

or Ardor for Tears,

Though Generations pass away,

Traditions ripen and decay,

Appears As eloquent -

Emily Dickinson 1879

If you want to prepare the hearts ginger I refer you to my recipe here.