so you do know what leeks are of the same genus (root)
                as an onion? odd, isn't it:
they're like over-sized spring-onions -
                                              but **** me: so appetising.

beyond that? sparrows, or i just call them jitters,
because are, jerky *******...
                they fly for a bit, and then fall, then flap there wings
some more...
             no wonder the germans took the crow as
their emblem... the consistency with which crows fly:
          rigid, mercedes-benz rigid.... the suffix benz being
of course relatable to benzine:
                                 it's stating the too ****** obvious,
you could also have: volkswagen-benz...
                     but you go: so, what?! the people need
  to tow... oh right! i get it now... people on wheels, wagons...
which brings me to the joke of folklore...
      the acronym b.m.w.          what do you think
some people equate that as?  hmm?    black man's wagon.
back sparrows...
                   tiny cute jitters, fidgety little buggers,
can fly like crows, can fly like pigeons...
         but can they walk like either? nope...
   they must be some obscure cousins of kangaroos...
              they just hop... and their general body movement
is, really akin to the insect quick-snap of motion.
        anyway, the title in question, last night i had the most,
i guess, "ingenious" idea?
                      it really was a recipe for disaster, i really wonder
how it would go down with a sober person,
as an adamant drinker, i thought it tasted pretty good...
   i just don't remember whether i used raw leeks or
ones that were poached for a while to reveal the sweet:
                while discarding the allium akin to garlic / onion -
the harshness i mean; so...

       leek
              plum sauce
                 chicken
                              snow peas (mangetout)
              crème fraîche

                                                                  and for the rice?

   a pinch of cinnamon
                         a pinch of kashmiri chili powder
      (which, by the way, is much milder than traditional chili powder)
      1/2 tsp turmeric (poor man's saffron)

             well... perhaps some coriander to boot as a garnish.

thing is... i have absolutely no idea how this conception would
taste like sober...         but it really did, taste ****** good drunk.

and why would i on earth write something like this?
   a memory of a flatmate at edinburgh university,
a really gay oddity... the poor ****** cooked himself
     spaghetti and "garnished" it with salt... and that was it...
wouldn't you feel ****** sorry for someone who just ate
    spaghetti with salt sprinkled over it? because he forgot to
   put salt into the *** so the spaghetti could soak it up,
   and then at least added as little, as basil pesto with some
                                                         parmigiano-reggiano?