Fig Harvest and Matters of Manchego
Where is Don Quijote when breakfast is served ?
The hot bread will soon get hard.
The cheese will change personalities if ignored.
· Higos in Bilbao
· Figs in Delaware
· Figues in Provence
Figs, the universal fruit of saint and sinners
Everyone is welcome at Manchego communions.
The Lebanese fig, dark, sweet, perfectly pensive.
It’s dark candy hue brushed against a million ivory wedges.
The cheese knife slices thick, fingers begin to blister.
The Manchego birth in Spain, the sweet milk of ewes.
I discover you in Panama.
I am a rat, cheese is my cover, the Lebanese fig keeps me honest.
The fig crop is two: the breba harvest first,
the second, a gathering for market.
In this Manchego world, even nature gets to practice.
Pleasantly disrobed in a glass container
the sweet dark jam begins the morning parade
Always the queen at Sunday Brunch, always.
No miracles this Sunday, just copious olives,
making friends with vino tinto & vino blanco
the humidity swells the communion, linen handkerchiefs appear.
It’s known by some that on the EIGHT day,
God made Machengo
How else would the shepherds know ?
By Elena M. Arosemena