I’m not sure / can’t remember whether this was on the Indian or Myanmar side of the border.
Trees talk.
Share sugar.
Stretch skyward.
Grow,
Compete,
Breath,
&
Eat.
Memorize weather.
Flock together.
Host birds of a feather.
Participate in pacts.
Never overreact.
House strangers.
Call out dangers.
Take things slow.
Never over grow.
But there are fields–
endless fields–
of green zombies.
Who cannot talk.
Who do not share.
Whose competitors
&
allies
are executed.
So they can fulfill a purpose
not their own.
The other night, I ate banana flower for the first time–that I know of / remember–in two separate dishes. My wife and I were eating at the Oh! Calcutta on St. Mark’s Road in Bangalore, and we sampled banana flower croquettes as part of an assorted starter platter, and then I tasted some of my wife’s entrée, which was “dry cooked banana flower with coconut slivers.” The former was tasty, but so spicy that my undiscerning palate was incapable of learning anything about the flavor of this flower. The latter, much milder, dish tasted like a tasty take on mashed potatoes (again, to my unrefined palate.)
The picture above was taken in Malaysia, but banana flowers are present everywhere bananas grow (throughout much of tropics.)
Deceptively, the flower looks like it could be a deadly weapon–with its pointy, conical bloom.