We're coming upon the time of year when I could eat a tomato sandwich for lunch every day and be perfectly happy. My son would eat corn on the cob at every meal if I allowed it. Lately I've had to cut him off at three ears at dinner. If I let him go on there would be no corn left for the rest of us! We've had grilled vegetables three times in the last week, and as soon as the tomatoes come out, it will be Panzanella at least once a week!
Summer is my least favorite time of year, so it is only the seasonal goodness of the fruits and vegetables that helps me through the heat and humidity. Obviously, I've got food on my mind! I thought it would be fun to write poetry about food this week. It could be an ode to your favorite or most despised food. It could be a memory about food. Well, it could be anything and take any form, as long as some type of food is the focus.
Have fun. I can't wait to read the (hopefully) delicious results! Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results later this week.
Summer is my least favorite time of year, so it is only the seasonal goodness of the fruits and vegetables that helps me through the heat and humidity. Obviously, I've got food on my mind! I thought it would be fun to write poetry about food this week. It could be an ode to your favorite or most despised food. It could be a memory about food. Well, it could be anything and take any form, as long as some type of food is the focus.
Have fun. I can't wait to read the (hopefully) delicious results! Leave me a note about your poem and I'll post the results later this week.
Hi, Tricia - Fun! This tribute goes out to Lang, co-owner (with her husband) of the Mandarin Chef, in the University District of Seattle:
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Mandarin Cookery
uses some spices,
some garlic (and how…)
Even when I’m in the
Great Land of Noddery
I am still dreaming of
Lang's hot kung pao.
Poetry scares me but I can manage a cinquain now and again:
ReplyDeleteI pad
barefoot, nightgowned
to fill my bowl clean up
with blueberries juicy and cool -
breakfast!
I love poems about food. I can taste the garlic from the Mandarin Cookery above. My food poem is about yogurt. It starts:
ReplyDeleteMaking Yogurt
I pour my one percent into
a two-quart casserole dish
and think of ancient Turkish
Indian, Asian cooks. I wish
that I had been the one to find
the yak milk in my yurt
had gelled to sour pudding
they named kumiss or yogurt...
The rest is here.
Diet Sigh: A Haiku
ReplyDeleteDay I eat small bits.
Night I dream of chocolate.
I do not lose weight.
c2009 Jane Yolen