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Not About Food

For Those Between-Meal Issues

Whats Eating You

Here is a food related poem to ponder:

This is Just to Say
By William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Don't you hate it when you bring a beautiful sandwich to work and someone from the IT department eats it secretly before you have a chance to get to it? Or perhaps a prized cupcake you bring home and stash for a late night kitchen raid? Or even a small piece of the left over Bleu d’Auvergne or Maytag you were saving for a morning nosh.

Who ate yours, and what was it? Or better yet, did you eat my sandwich?

     

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    1. Wonderful poem for this topic! It's one of those pieces that I forget about until it unexpectedly pops up again, and then I read it and am drawn in like it is all new.

      Yes, I do loathe having a morsel I was coveting scarfed down by refrigerator raiders. It has been a while, but the one that comes to mind was my leftover lobster mac 'n cheese. It was sublime. I was really looking forward to the rest of it, since I could not finish it on the first try. Alas, hubby got to it first. Sigh.

      I've Noticed That (with apologies to William Carlos Williams)

      You have eaten
      most unwittingly
      the rest of my
      lobster mac 'n cheese

      Which, yes
      I was absolutely
      saving
      for breakfast

      You're forgiven
      it was irresistible
      so creamy
      and so rich

        1. re: rorycat

          That, my friend, is funny as hell. The pre-WWII poem does has a timeless effort about it.

          • I have never written a poem in my life, so excuse the bad poetry, but this inspired me to write a 21st century version as well:

            The fresh-roasted
            organically grown
            fair trade
            beans

            were waiting for me

            to hand grind
            and prepare in
            an unbleached
            locally-sourced paper filter with
            purified water.

            not for you
            to brew with
            tap water in the old
            Mr. Coffee you found
            in your parents’ basement.

            But I forgive you.
            You must have really just
            wanted some coffee.

              1. re: taos

                Well I had one juggling about in my skull I should get out as well. I enjoy the false remorse that Williams portrays in his poem, and I play on that as well:

                THIS IS JUST TO SAY

                I left out
                the gallon of ice cream
                that was taking space
                in the freezer for many months

                and which
                you were probably
                saving
                for some absurd ice cream sundae

                Forgive me
                it is now warm
                and created a puddle
                on our new granite counter top

                  1. re: taos

                    OK, these poems are too funny.
                    Since we are approaching Thanksgiving, I will share my worst (and most memorable) food snatching, known in my family as The Fish Market Apple Pie Incident.
                    I was spending Thanksgiving Day with my family and and visiting boyfriend. I had made an apple pie (recipe from The Fish Market). At the time, I did not have an apple peeler, so there was a fair amount of labor involved in the pie. There were just enough pieces for everyone there. Just as we were sitting down to eat dessert, my college roommate, who hadn't seen in several years, called. While on the phone with her, everyone else finished their pie. My boyfriend then took a little nibble from mine, then another bite, and eventually ate MY WHOLE PIECE OF PIE!!!!!!!!!!! I got off the phone, and thought everyone was joking when they said the pie was gone. Amazingly, the guilty boyfriend and I later married and will be celebrating our 18th anniversary in December.

                    You have eaten
                    my apple pie
                    which was
                    sitting on the table
                    waiting for me

                    From the crumbs
                    left in the pan
                    I could tell
                    it was delicious

                    I forgive you
                    but you will
                    be punished
                    by hearing about it
                    for
                    the
                    rest
                    of
                    your
                    life

                      1. re: taos

                        LAUGHING SO HARD, you have no idea...<applause, applause>!

                        • This is me impersonating a former co-worker of my brother, on one April Fool's Day

                          I have noticed
                          how much y'all
                          so often enjoyed
                          the jelly beans
                          in my desk drawer.

                          Why
                          then
                          did one of you
                          curse me today?

                          I thought
                          y'all might prefer
                          to save calories
                          so you can fit
                          in your bathing suits
                          next month,

                          So

                          What was wrong
                          with the
                          sugar-free jelly beans
                          you scarfed down?

                          You do know
                          not to eat
                          too
                          many, right?

                          Happy
                          April
                          Fool's
                          Day.

                            1. O bag thee of chips... from potatoes so crisp,
                              That I laid to rest behind the pile of linens.
                              When then did you go… from the secret stow,
                              I had thought for sure you were so well hidden!

                              Ah but nay… were you where I set you to lay.
                              I searched hither and yon, but alas you were gone!
                              My stomach did growl, I knew someone was foul.
                              My husband’s shirt potato crisp remnants did don!

                              (sorry if this stinks, I have had a couple glasses of wine... :p )

                                1. re: gryphonskeeper

                                  noo wwine makes it better!

                                  • That reminds me of something terrible i did as a child. We stopped at a Stucky's gas station on the way home from a vacation, and i found some kind of chocolatey, marshmallow-y candy bar that i started really liking. For a while after that, I would look for it when i would go to gas stations with my mom. I guess one of my nephews (who was two years younger than me) took a liking to the candy bar as well, so he would sometimes eat the ones i had gotten for myself. I decided that had to stop, so i ate half of one of the bars and then sprinkled the end with salt and pepper so he'd have a surprise when he went in for the steal. Problem is, i forgot about the salt and pepper myself, so hours later when i went back for a bite, guess who got the salt and pepper? Taught myself a lesson about stinginess...i still feel embarrassed now for being such a stingy 8-year-old.

                                    Also, at work a couple of years ago someone i didn't know was having a birthday. A cake was purchased and stored in the refrigerator until break. When the birthday celebrating group went to get the cake at break they found a big chunk missing. Some people in another department with an earlier break time actually decided to help themselves to the birthday cake. Unbelievable.

                                      1. OUR FIRST LUNCH DATE
                                        _______________________________

                                        The Bread was soft the scent divine

                                        Heavenly ingredients thou not mine

                                        I took just one bite a small one too

                                        After the bite, thought “what did you do”

                                        After a couple more bites, I needed to think

                                        I spy your thermos and I needed a drink

                                        A small little sip was all I would take

                                        and I spy in the bag your chocolate cake

                                        I do not know what came over me

                                        After eating your cake and your grapes by the bunch

                                        I found I had eaten your entire lunch

                                        I was in shock my behavior had been as such

                                        I was staring at the bag that said do not touch

                                        I had no other choice I knew what I had to do

                                        I hid the evidence quickly before running in to you

                                        I smiled and inquired about your day

                                        You seemed focused on going along your way

                                        I saw you rummage through the fridge and close it in disbelief

                                        You saw the new guy with your note and shouted thief

                                        I was stunned and started to panic a bit

                                        I watched you melt down and have a fit

                                        I walked over and asked you what was the matter

                                        You told me your tale and could not have been sadder

                                        I said I had an idea to put a smile on your face

                                        I took you to lunch at your favorite place

                                          1. Bad punctuation

                                              1. From Sheba, the Doberman--to my Uncle Al (RIP, both!)

                                                I have knocked
                                                the gingerbread
                                                you baked
                                                this morning

                                                and which
                                                I know you craved
                                                and baked
                                                when you awoke

                                                My bad
                                                It landed upside-down
                                                Leaving none
                                                for either of us

                                                  1. re: kattyeyes

                                                    that's good

                                                    • Posted on employee fridge:

                                                      To the rascal who acted as if my food was yours:
                                                      You're out sick today, seeking medical cures
                                                      for the gastro distress that you've suffered.
                                                      Last night you discovered
                                                      when you steal food from others
                                                      There might be some Ex-Lax inside.

                                                      As you paid gastro-price
                                                      and you hit the throne thrice
                                                      Did you contemplate on your action?...
                                                      that gave you the moans
                                                      and the deep-boweled groans
                                                      and no peristaltic traction?

                                                      The lesson is clear
                                                      to any food thieves in here:
                                                      Pilfering is not recommended.
                                                      The "five finger discount"
                                                      can lead to a deep bout
                                                      of belly all puffed and distended.

                                                        1. A Haiku

                                                          by Normandie

                                                          Williams ate someone's
                                                          Plums. What an imbecile, he.
                                                          He left the choc'late?

                                                            1. re: Normandie

                                                              Wow, I've been in a miserable funk lately (impending holiday anxiety) and this thread, which is too funny from start to stop, cheered me up considerably. Thanks, guys!

                                                                1. re: bushwickgirl

                                                                  I saw you were up at 3:30 to make your pie...no wonder you've been stressed. Hope you enjoy the holiday.

                                                                2. Something I wrote in high school for my kid brother.

                                                                  Ode to a chocolate chip cookie
                                                                  So crispy and so right.
                                                                  It was sitting on the counter
                                                                  For my tea tonight.
                                                                  I know I must forgive you,
                                                                  You are my brother, right?
                                                                  Just think of me and what I'll do
                                                                  when you close your eyes tonight!

                                                                    1. The poems are terrific! You post made me recall a BBQ some year's ago when a friend's Afghan hound stole and devoured a $75.00 prime rib that had been set to "rest" before cutting. No one in the kitchen saw the dog take it. (While we were all distressed, I must say, that was one happy hound.)

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