Think jambalaya.
Well, actually, think making
jambalaya… (in the abstract, people; no kitchen tools or seafood will be
necessary for completion of this blog - although, really, more’s the pity,
right?)
Anyhow, writing an ensemble romance is a lot like cooking up a great
pot of jambalaya.
You’ve got your meat.
You’ve got your seafood.
You’ve got your celery, peppers and onions.
You’ve got your rice and your stock.
You’ve got one big pot to put it all in, and you’ve got a crowd of
hungry takers beating down your kitchen door to get to it.
Sure, you can just throw everything in the pot, turn the heat up to
high and hope the health department doesn’t show up.
Or…
You can baby each ingredient. Enrich each of its flavors. Make it stand
out on its own merits before dancing it around in the culinary crowd.
Then, and only then, can you put everything together and season it as a
whole… as jambalaya.
Alright, this was admittedly a rather lame post, surely not one of my
best efforts, but I brought seafood
to your Monday morning. That’s got to be worth something, if only a little
forgiveness.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
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