Poetry at the Post: When A Storm Blows In, Eat Carrots!

Queen-Anne’s Lace
BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS

… It is a field
of the wild carrot taking
the field by force; the grass
does not raise above it.

Saturday in Mano Prieto north of Marfa, TX~

After high winds that were making me nettled and grumpy, a black storm pummeled rain on the south side of my studio. The weather shifted to cool, actually bristly so—yes, bristly, the hairs were sticking up from my skin.

I threw on a flannel shirt and starting chopping carrots. I craved soup!

I pulled out one of my “heritage recipes”—a recipe ripped from a magazine or newspaper years ago for a creamy but not too spicy Carrot and Jalapeño soup. Here’s the recipe by Marilyn Harris online. It’s delicious!