Green beans, since I was a kid, we’ve eaten them in stews most of the time. My mother prepared them regularly every two weeks and I wasn’t a big fan, I didn’t even like it when my grandma made them but I always remember breaking green beans in half with her. She would buy a whole bag of them, we would come over for the weekend and so we cleaned the beans for dinner, and I have to admit I liked it more than actually eating them. Over the years I grew up to appreciate stews, especially green bean stew and how it’s really a nice break from eating so much grilled and fried food. Nowadays I prepare more stews than I had the chance to eat as a kid, but the real surprise was when I first made this green bean salad which we didn’t make at home while…

Is black a color

or a feeling

or a sight

or a taste

or a sound

or a crow

or a sharp, cold knife

or a hole, twisted

or taste of burned food

or the emptiness of night

or the temptation of a heart

or the asphalt in street

or the feeling of leather coat

or a black cat?

Is black only a color?

The Unpredictable