{"id":113795,"date":"2022-06-25T17:33:14","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T21:33:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=113795"},"modified":"2022-06-29T11:49:24","modified_gmt":"2022-06-29T15:49:24","slug":"hour-nine-beetnoon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-nine-beetnoon\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Nine – Beetnoon"},"content":{"rendered":"

Hour Nine \u2013 Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Beetnoon<\/u><\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Rummaging in my kitchen shelf for some ground black pepper<\/p>\n

to sprinkle over my omelette<\/p>\n

I upset the carefully casual collection of jars skulking at the back.<\/p>\n

Abandoning hunger along with the staid egg,<\/p>\n

I decide to tidy the shelf instead\u2026<\/p>\n

\u2026 when this whiff attacked me.<\/p>\n

And became a time capsule to float me back to<\/p>\n

    \n
  1. Aged Six. Nine. Ten. Twelve. Fifteen.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    My entire childhood.<\/p>\n

    My Indian childhood.<\/p>\n

    Of beetnoon<\/em> or kaalanamak<\/em> (black salt).<\/p>\n

    I don\u2019t have an English name for you,<\/p>\n

    Oh, beloved half-forgotten magic potion.<\/p>\n

    I sprinkled you on everything.<\/p>\n

    On the healthy vegetables and daals,<\/em> I was forced to eat.<\/p>\n

    On boiled potatoes and fried potatoes,<\/p>\n

    or the exotic potato wafers which came in packets.<\/p>\n

    A luxury. A rare treat.<\/p>\n

    The spicy, hot \u2018n sour tang<\/p>\n

    hits the back of my nose now<\/p>\n

    just as it did fifty years ago.<\/p>\n

    My mouth fills with juicy anticipation.<\/p>\n

    Hunger returns.<\/p>\n

    I sprinkle beetnoon<\/em> on my omelette<\/p>\n

    and savour the heat of childhood adventures<\/p>\n

    in the now cool foreignness of Scotland.<\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n

     <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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