{"id":150,"date":"2022-05-20T22:58:27","date_gmt":"2022-05-20T22:58:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/?p=150"},"modified":"2022-05-21T16:41:27","modified_gmt":"2022-05-21T16:41:27","slug":"grains-in-pestilence-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/?p=150","title":{"rendered":"Grains in Pestilence"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\"><em>In the early days of the pandemic, people took to crafts and activities they could do at home. So many people baked bread that the supermarkets ran out of flour. I decided I would try to learn how to cook foods pleasing to Krishna. I used Yamuna devi's masterful cookbook and began to gather ingredients.\n\n<\/em>\n\n\nBecause of the plague,\nI decided to learn Indian cooking,\nand eat the foods of the liberated gods.\nThe rice I had was unsuitable. Sticky.\nI went to a hip organic store.\nIt was proudly aromatic -- lavender, fennel, expensive soap.\nI didn\u2019t want to linger, though, the risk of infection was too high.\nI bought basmati rice that slid from a vertical cylinder that held the long grains.\nWhen I got home, I fumbled with keys, mail, newspaper, rice,\n   the surgical gloves shiny and slippery with the rain.\nThe thin plastic bag fell and split with an ease and efficiency\n  that startled me, so defiant of its function,\n   just before my anger emerged.\nThe rice, emancipated, flowed eagerly over my porch, hastening to escape.\n As I picked up the bag, the tear responded by opening faster and faster.\nI flung the limp thing and the few lingering grains onto the lawn.\n I swept the rest off into the bushes,\nand as the days passed,\nit was all eaten.\nBirds, chipmunks, squirrels,\n   taking it from the steps, the soil,\n   the spaces in the lattice doormat,\nThe mat that welcomes all guests.\n \n<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the early days of the pandemic, people took to crafts and activities they could do at home. So many people baked bread that the supermarkets ran out of flour. I decided I would try to learn how to cook foods pleasing to Krishna. I used Yamuna devi&#8217;s masterful cookbook and began to gather ingredients&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=150"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":155,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/150\/revisions\/155"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poetrybyjayanta.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}