Water Fruit Fingers Palm

One of the most satisfying chores while preparing for beloved guests to arrive is washing fruits and vegetables.

There is music in the background.  A mix of the familiar old songs by Ebi, Dariush, Koorosh Yaghmaii, Farhad, and the newer songs filling the air.  The sink is washed, disinfected, watered down, soap cleaned one last time and there goes the grapes, apples, carrots, sage, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers (both Persian and English, for different purposes), cauliflowers, oranges, limes, tangerines, sweet lemons, turnip, and the beautiful pomegranate.  They enter the water filled sink in groups based on the method of consumptions.  First, those whose skins will be consumed, then the ones that will be skinned but haven't touched the earth, and finally the roots.  Go in my hands at last, grabbing each single piece of vegetable or fruit, scrubbing the soaked items, feeling their skin.  Occasionally basking in their infused aroma, mixed, strong.  Their smell visible through their colors.

Now all the cleaned items are aired to dry out.  Awaiting their destiny to may be become human for a change.