Medallions of zucchini stare up at me. Red strips of peppers lounge on a bed of jasmine rice. A saucy coconut milk whispers promises of satisfaction. I could be in love. A citrus sun rises over my plate as lemongrass tangos with lime. The flirtatious Thai basil that spent all summer in the backyard seducing the Japanese eggplant goes wild and dishes his earthiness to all the vegetables. He bumps and grinds indiscriminately with mushrooms, onions, even the chicken. Arrogantly, he leaves the eggplant weeping and limp. Leave it to the hairy fish sauce and the authoritative Sriracha to promptly and hotly bring everyone together for the feast. I spoon closely and carefully, I am in love.
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