"Once, I took a carrot from the farmer's market to my grandmother when she was living in an assisted-living apartment. . . . And although her hips were no longer her own, her teeth were. She bit that carrot like she wasn't going to die within the month. She bit that carrot like she remembered pulling them from her backyard garden. She said she hadn't tasted a carrot like that since my dad was a kid." --farm-table lunch (blackeyed peas, sweet corn, green beans and rosemary potatoes, and corn muffin with whipped honey), with Nicole Walker #amreading #microliterature #microorganisms #wherethetinythingsare #nicolewalker #punctumbooks #peanutbooks (at Lubbock, Texas)