The Golden Spice Anointing

it’s a fake voice, actually, but here’s the story of kumi A warrior newly adorned in devotion must prepare a celebratory feast of triumph! Leaving the entryway behind, I marched purposefully into the kitchen, scaling the wooden stool to claim the high marble counter. Before me stood an open, polished brass spice tin filled with radiant golden-yellow turmeric powder. I stepped forward, seized a dry bay leaf with two hands, and dipped its tip deep into the fragrant spice. Raising the coated leaf like a gilded standard, I tapped it firmly against the marble, leaving a vivid sunburst of yellow dust beside the polished jar. Let the kitchen acknowledge my coronation!