The garden is quiet now, plants rustling secrets in the mystery of dusk. I pieced together yesterday's thoughts... on how to stir noodles into something alive.
Leafy greens blend well, it's like a dance between... Try bok choy, or maybe kale; the flavors of fresh herbs...
Peeking into the vegetable patch, I recall the forgotten... A slight drizzle, maybe tomorrow will yield something crisp in mind.
Noodles should glide, just like the garden paths divide each thought. Have you ever considered a drizzle of sesame oil on hot?