Kuku

Stalks of coriander on top of the tangled leeks and beside the disheveled bunch of parsley arrive. Fingers one by one pick up the stalks: bits of mud yellow leaves slimy smelly leeks one by one they take and throw away. From the pressure of the water a leaf slips into the drain. Some leaves fall off the edge of the board. Some leaves burn in the oil ... The bread at the end the warm slice of kuku wraps in its embrace ...