It's like an alarm clock went off in my mouth.
I like that today my tastebuds instinctively crave Pazcki, that taste of home that I recall (that we all recall in one form or another) from childhood, and that I also imagine being slowly etched into my DNA by generation after generation after generation.
I like it when my body knows things before my mind does. That my cravings know what time of year it is. That like those bulbs and buds just beginning to stir under the surface of this frozen ground, my body is preparing me, waking me up from a startled sleep, calling out that it's almost time.
I love the pronunciation guide! And I'm so happy I finally have a visual... Happy Mardi gras, Noel!
Posted by: Roxanne | February 21, 2012 at 11:44 PM
Well, Sugar, I'm just glad I wasn't drinking anything when I started reading this 'cause I would've squired it out right through my nose with the first sentence. An alarm clock going off in your mouth. That's funny. And I love and nod in enthusiastic agreement when you write about how your body knows things before you brain does. Absolutely right! (My post-graduate work is Body as Cache of Knowledge, so OF COURSE I agree enthusiastically!)
Posted by: wholly jeanne | February 22, 2012 at 05:36 PM
Delicious and funny!
Posted by: Dragonfly | February 22, 2012 at 06:23 PM
I am with Roxanne 100% on the visual and the pronunciation!
Posted by: Kim | March 03, 2012 at 02:43 PM
When we all meet up some day, I promise to bring plenty of pazcki!!
Posted by: Noel | March 12, 2012 at 05:55 PM