Under a Bali Moon Among treetops under a Bali moon moist in the heat after dusk, I’d sat in this spot the year before, came back with a friend in tow. I waited while she lifted her spoon in anticipation. “Luscious.” She licked the caramelized crust, spoon dipping deep scooping up what lurked below. Its creaminess hung between liquid and solid, clung to our spoons with hints of vanilla and orange, both local, that fragrantly masked a deadlier foe: the cholesterolized duo: rich cream and eggs. Three weeks after I’m flat on my back, the doctor inserted three stents in my heart, “What have you been eating?” I licked lips, held in my breath, and then he implanted an additional stent.
Photo credit: Chris Mat