Word: cuminal
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...white turban wrapped around his scarlet fez. He is bent double in the shade of a pine, scrubbing his feet and hands as he prepares to pray in al-Aqsa Mosque. The air is alive with the sacred mumblings of Hebrew and Arabic. It smells like dust and cumin and cardamom. And the gold of the Dome's roof--vibrant 1,300 years after it was built--reflects the sun back into the sky and reminds you, no matter what your faith, that there is a force larger than...
...times it's disconcerting--to feel unfamiliar in your own skin, to wake up, as I have, ensnared in a cultural Venus fly trap slowly eating away at your former self. And more unsettling than a vindaloo--fiery hot with cinnamon, cardamom, cumin and peppercorns--is the suspicion that, innocent and unaware, I was anesthetized by an urban predator, and now must lay paralyzed as the city alters my very being...
...economy. One such place is the Marianao farmer's market, in a drab workers' suburb of Havana, where customers seem to be complaining about high prices--but are still buying. A vendor named Jorge is doing a brisk trade in his homemade marinade of vinegar, garlic, onion, salt and cumin. ``I used to teach language at the university,'' he explains. ``But I was making only 325 pesos a month. Life is very expensive, so I have become a merchant.'' His entrepreneurial efforts earn him 1,000 pesos a day. In general, Cubans now sense that the country has turned...
...that the food at the First Street Cafe is bad. Judging by this week's reception, it will probably be quite good. Green tomato salsa was pleasantly tongue-tingling, the ripe tomato salsa delicately flavored with cumin. A ginger and sesame spiced chicken salad crunched with bean sprouts. The squid in the calamari risotto salad was tender, though the rice itself was overcooked. But while crab quesadillas might be an innovative idea, they turned to be both greasy and cold...
Nothing is that clear-cut in the world of these stories. Shacochis shows a keen awareness of lush disparities. He evokes the allure of a village marketplace, "the air luscious with the smells of spices, of frying coconut oil and garlic and cumin, the scents of frangipani and lime." The counterimage appears in a neighborhood of ghetto shanties, where everything "smelled like rotting fruit and kerosene, urine and garlic." In Hunger, a lone white works alongside a team of black fishermen; near the end of their labors, they all retire to a deserted beach for an extended evening feast...