“The kitchen fills with a sweet
aroma while he beats potatoes and onions,
seasons the pan where skins brown

and loosen.  I almost
taste the crisp jackets, onions
smooth as butter.  We munch

on carrots and celery from the bowl
full of lettuce, olives,
sliced cucumbers, peppers more

waxed and yellow than my smooth,
golden face.  So many
vegetables, so fresh, and it’s

winter!  This is California…”

Opening lines from Evelyn A. So’s poem “Gold Mountain Revisited,” published in Caesura’s  Spring 2009 issue on the cultural aspects of food…

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