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I have been creating food haiku from Japanese original versions (mostly ancient). Here are a few samples, and I need your help in deciding which ones you like best, to get a better idea of the direction this project should take. I started out with fish. Lots and lots of fish. Did fruit. Did a LOT of beans. I am doing vegetables at the moment. I really like the results. Hope you do, too, and any helpful advice will be appreciated.

Libidinous gods / Multitudinous seed pods / Pistachio nuts

Angry sea urchin / Jet black spine needles erect / Stands from where it sat

"I'll see you later" / I say to my ramen pork / Let it sink for now

Five-ray yellowtail / I was watching them rise up / There hangs a rainbow

Wife primps our dinner / As if it is haute cuisine / A whiff of yuzu

Poor shiitake / Tofu takes the credit for / The mushroom flavor

His arms cradling / Honey mushroom bushelful / Father returns home

Smell of dengaku / Unshaven komuso monk / Slips off to the side

Kenchinjiru soup / Konnyaku jelly pieces / Cooking of my mom

An arctic surf clam / Color of a young lady / After it is grilled
Thinning of ice fish / Surely can't be construed as / Dewdrops of the moon

Kuruma ebi / When you brush off wood shavings / They do spring to life

Is the spring fountain / Sadness of navy blue crab / I am wondering

For a jellyfish / That cannot ride the ebb tide / Dizziness galore

Oh, and there are pictures that accompany the poetry:

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  1. This is a seriously awesome project! I love it! A friend and I construct haiku, but ours have not featured food (his idea of a good meal is a pie over a bin to catch the crumbs). So for my favourite I will vote for the first one, I love the association of pistachios with libidinous gods - how sensual!

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    1. re: TheHuntress

      Thank you!
      The first one is my current favorite, too :)

    2. I like the jellyfish. I'm impressed...I can't write Haiku since your'e not suppose to include subjective arguments and they somehow sneak in when I'm not looking, i.e.
      Beans or lack of beans / Never ending argument / Chili con Carne.

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      1. re: DonShirer

        Thank you!

        I've decided to forego any traditional rules. BUT I do adhere to these rules: 1) Be faithful to the poet's intent as much as possible 2) No exceptions to 5.7.5. syllable structure (unless I count wrong!)

        I've discovered that these constraints actually make the results satisfying indeed.

        And yes, the jellyfish one makes me chuckle.

        (Thank for for the bean addition!)

      2. yes, these are fantastic! i love the arctic surf clam one.
        second fave is the poor shitaki.

        my first attempt:

        ankimo so plump / only uni is as feared / misunderstood flesh

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        1. re: mariacarmen

          but i have a question: what is the rule about "be faithful to the poet's intent as much as possible" mean? you're the poet when composing these, aren't you?

          what i love about haiku's is what appears to me (with my complete lack of sophistication and knowledge of poetry) the turn the third stanza takes - the sort of surprise veering to a related but yet new realm. am i completely wrong about that? (and i know i didn't follow that myself in my first lame attempt at food haiku!)

          1. re: mariacarmen


            Thank you for the ankimo addition :)
            My uni haiku with pictures: http://grocerytrekker.blogspot.com/20...

            When I discovered these precious gems, I searched the internet for translations. NONE! So I decided to attempt it myself. Yes, these are my poems, but they are based on original Japanese texts, which are wonderfully witty and clever. Now, with the word orders being different, and with my 5.7.5. syllables structural constraint, sometimes I do have to do a bit of rearranging to convey the essence of the poet's moment.

            Do another one! You are good at it.

            1. re: grocerytrekker

              oh yes, i did read that you were doing translations, so i should have understood what you meant about the poet's intent. great pics - made me hungry.

              thanks! i will try my hand at some more and if i like any i'll post them. thanks for sharing this!

        2. Bunched hanging Daikon
          Dangled strands of Persimmons
          Joyous Fall Harvest.


          Your blog is just wonderful.

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          1. re: FoodFuser

            Daikon WITH persimmons!

            Thank you. Here are mine:

            Daikon radishes / Pulling hands imparted with / Evening sun's red glow
            Setting sun lingers / In the vicinity of / Drying persimmons


          2. "Honey mushroom bushelful" and the jelly fish one are particularly wonderful.

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              1. re: grocerytrekker

                I especially liked the mushroom one because it reminded me of my father once getting 2 paper grocery bags full of morels in the woods near our cottage.

                1. re: buttertart

                  Morel is definitely my favorite mushroom. Also, impossible to mistake for something else :)

                  I don't know if there are any haiku for morels, I doubt it, but I'll look.

                  Check out this wondrous red mushroom, "egg mushroom":

                  Here's another favorite of mine. Pine mushroom:

                  1. re: grocerytrekker

                    Gorgeous, both.

                    Forest fire one spring
                    Forest full of morels next
                    Man happy with haul

                    1. re: buttertart

                      I see. Morels thrive where forests are scorched.

                      No morel haiku yet... but I will do more mushrooms, for sure.

                      Here's enoki:

                      tree ears:

                      and something I've never tried, bracket fungus:

                      1. re: grocerytrekker

                        I've eaten fresh tree ears (from Taiwan Nat'l U ag station) but never seen them in situ. V interesting.

            1. Gourmet magazine published this from a mourning reader:

              Julia Child is dead,
              I cried tears of real butter
              into the souffle

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              1. re: WNYamateur

                I think more people should try food haiku. It is so much fun.

              2. Here's a somewhat meatier haiku:

                Faint wispy blue smoke
                Succulent meat in the pit
                Pavlov's bell has rung.

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                1. I wait by the fire
                  The smoke wafts around my face
                  These are some fine butts

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                  1. re: ricepad

                    For slow smoldered pork
                    Pavlov himself salivates
                    Time to ring dinnerbell

                    No meat for the dogs,
                    this is serious business
                    of meat and paper

                    As napkins are used
                    for both saliva and grease
                    Lard runs down our face

                    Pavlovian drool
                    Yields to really great chewing
                    To hell with clean chins.

                      1. re: grocerytrekker

                        S'kiyaki has swish
                        twirled in the simmering broth
                        with each diner's hashi.

                        Then the enoki
                        with firm cubes of good tofu
                        a dish most delish.

                        If meat was done right
                        tongues give a dance of delight
                        home cooking at best.

                    1. plump cherimoya
                      sweet crocodile velvet skin
                      custard elation

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                      1. Smoke spirals upward
                        Pork fat intoxicates me
                        My tongues is smiling

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                        1. re: ricepad

                          Even in oven
                          Where pork fat is crisping
                          we twirl tongue await.

                          First cut of the knife
                          is to charred fat and gristle
                          beauty of pork steak.

                          The slab is but butt
                          of greasy pork shoulder
                          but fat gets real crisp.

                        2. Becalmed in an airline seat recently and for once not thinking of my default topic when detained against my will (sex, try it in the dentist's chair), I came up with the following -

                          red bumpy outside
                          white juicy smoothness within
                          rose-scented litchi

                          blue-black rubbery
                          skin encloses sweet gel
                          Kyoho grape treat

                          lovely lilikoi
                          hundred flavor fruit passion
                          sour and beguiling

                          dragon fruit diva
                          lipstick pink skin, boring flesh
                          pretty face no taste

                          mango betrayer
                          reel me in with your sweet scent
                          make me itch all over

                          tooth pierces thin suede
                          mouth welcomes succulent flesh
                          perfection of peach

                          biting hard juice runs
                          crunchy fragrant flesh revealed
                          autumn's first apple

                          diminutive red
                          or black gold white raspberry
                          perfumed happiness

                          make up your mind which
                          apricot or plum pluot
                          misbegotten fruit

                          cheery red plumpness
                          daintily attached in pairs
                          sour cherry earrings

                          hard red-black beauties
                          two bites' worth around the pit
                          black cherry madness

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                          1. re: buttertart

                            time well spent BT!! love it. especially fond of:
                            the peach, for beauty;
                            the dragon fruit, for truth; and
                            the apricot/pluot, for humor.

                            well done! better get back to it... since you've just upped the ante!

                            1. re: mariacarmen

                              BT has offered a fun hefty string
                              of the 5-7-5 thing.

                              Such gift from the tubular
                              well riveted aluminar
                              fuselage of a plane,

                              Good work.

                              1. re: mariacarmen

                                Thanks, esteemed companions! I like the mango best because it's so unfortunately true for me.

                                1. re: buttertart

                                  Truly impressive, everyone. I do find myself thinking in haiku these days. Yes, the dentist's chair...

                                  My favorite fruit offerings: banana and golden peach

                                  1. re: grocerytrekker

                                    Glorious pic of the sliced peach - and kawaii city on the banana pics...was uninspired by the banana myself. Pineapple might be fun. And this 5-7-5 is seriously addicting, have even come up with some on my other favorite topic! ;-)

                                    1. re: buttertart

                                      armadillo fruit
                                      ardent tang of yellow flesh
                                      perfume of tropics

                              2. re: buttertart

                                In a dentist's chair?? With or without the spitbowl?

                                1. re: ricepad

                                  Take it as it comes, baby. Gets your mind off what's being done to you.

                                  1. re: ricepad

                                    I think you're way overdue for a teeth cleaning. Haven't seen a spitbowl in years and years :)

                                    1. re: c oliver

                                      Actually, my rather recently retired dentist had spitbowls all the way up to the end...'course, he practiced in the same location for nearly 50 years...was my dentist for better than 40 of those years, too!

                                  2. re: buttertart

                                    Dayam, bt. Nice work. Let me try one:

                                    Tomato bursting
                                    From the vine it grew up on
                                    Juicy is the heart.

                                    1. re: mamachef

                                      V nice.
                                      Do one on the tomato vine dirty nice smell.

                                      1. re: buttertart

                                        Tomato leaf torn
                                        Stings the nose, teases the tongue
                                        Transmutated sun.

                                        1. re: BobB

                                          I love this. You made my day. Thank you.

                                          1. re: BobB

                                            Beeeyoootiful, BobB. It just evokes that sharp green smell.....

                                            1. re: BobB

                                              ah wow just saw this. really nice!

                                          2. re: mamachef

                                            Sun-warmed, now fresh-sliced
                                            The flesh I tickle with salt
                                            Glorious red prize

                                            1. re: mamachef

                                              Sun, soil, bees, water
                                              I honor their fine result
                                              With mozzarella

                                          3. crispy-skinned chicken
                                            so common, so exotic

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                                            1. re: mariacarmen

                                              ....but yields well to gnaw
                                              and delivers good fibers
                                              of a good lean protein.

                                              The trick is the broil
                                              that yields tender meat but also
                                              a well crisp'ed skin.

                                              1. re: FoodFuser

                                                Wonderful, MC & FF.

                                                Ah, there's this gem, not exactly chicken, but worth mentioning, by the master, Basho. (Are water rails edible??)


                                                ...and some fun with chicken:

                                                1. I eat, therefore I yam.

                                                  1. Hiss of the cabbage
                                                    Sings in descent to deep bowl
                                                    passed across sharp blade.

                                                    Leaves open flowered
                                                    wait for some kind of dressing
                                                    Then loving devoured..

                                                    Great conversation
                                                    to talk with the cabbage
                                                    Meld with pass over blade.

                                                    1. Hey, I LIKE this thread. I can't believe how much talent I'm seeing here. Haiku's not an easy poetry form!
                                                      Disgusting bitter
                                                      Kerala, if you buy it
                                                      Will make your brain bleed : )

                                                      Ok, now for reals:
                                                      Comes the time for corn
                                                      Is the sight I am seeing
                                                      Golden moon-faces?

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                                                      1. re: mamachef

                                                        Mamachef takes me on journey of segue
                                                        to deal in haiku with damned alphabet soup.

                                                        Soup sculpted in letters
                                                        helped us learn our a,b,c''s
                                                        but bad textured pasta.

                                                        It spent too many months
                                                        with it goodness exuding
                                                        to cheap broth in can.

                                                        Folks Montessori
                                                        would have never allowed it
                                                        those vowels and pasta becanned.

                                                        Instead they'd insist
                                                        the pasta be crisp and stiff,
                                                        canned consonants.

                                                        But hey, what the hell
                                                        Kids and joy sweep in that swell
                                                        give giggles as well

                                                        Accord it full status
                                                        as instructional pasta
                                                        never minding the nature of gummed consonants and vowels.

                                                        Note Bene that counters of precise haiku'd syllables
                                                        will find themselves beached in a wee disappointment.

                                                        FoodFuser is not one to hijack a thread
                                                        and respects the constraints of the haiku.

                                                        It's just all those alphabets mixed up in my soup
                                                        seemed give a full freedom from canter to gallop..
                                                        of consonants, vowels, that we love and begroup..

                                                          1. re: buttertart

                                                            For sure it's refreshing and cleansing to compress thoughts to haiku.

                                                            Even with gummied letters of alphabet soup.


                                                            a,b,c d,e,
                                                            pasta imprints float before me
                                                            letters, broth, and bowl.

                                                            Yearning and learning
                                                            that there might be f and g
                                                            transfixes the soul.

                                                            Stupor gone super
                                                            quest for what letters are next.
                                                            All this from Campbell's bowl.

                                                            Imagine indeed
                                                            the vocab of bounty
                                                            might be had in DelMonte.

                                                            or even the steps
                                                            to those heights literatti
                                                            found in bowl of Progresso.

                                                            1. re: FoodFuser

                                                              Alphabet apogee
                                                              Zen in this full lettered bowl
                                                              absolute ecstasy

                                                              Spoon has encountered
                                                              amongst these gummy noodles
                                                              ultimate letter "Z".

                                                              Shudders of pleasure
                                                              precede pasta's imbibement....
                                                              Devoured now "Z".

                                                              Refreshment of soul
                                                              can be had from the bowl
                                                              Alpha to Zeta.

                                                        1. Crisp chocolate cookie
                                                          Nothing like the taste of it
                                                          Oreos are love.
                                                          : )
                                                          Ok, so not a vegetable, but fun anyway.

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                                                          1. re: mamachef

                                                            Oreos aren't fruit? Now you tell me?

                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                              Here's my rationale, honey. Chocolate is a bean, correct? And beans are legumes, correct?
                                                              Therefore, a box of oreos is equivalent to several servings of beans, and you can know for sure that your're doing something good for yourself.

                                                              1. re: mamachef

                                                                Works for me, dearie! Anything that increases the sum of human happiness is OK with me under any circumstances.

                                                          2. Spring. Warm Earth. Dandelions.
                                                            Clipped, and tossed with vinegar.
                                                            Greens of the season.

                                                            But some left to flower
                                                            We descend, pluck the seedhead.
                                                            One puff, back to childhood.

                                                            Seeds floating as dreams
                                                            thumbnails crimping hollow stems.
                                                            More than just greens.

                                                            To see world again
                                                            from level of dandelion.....
                                                            just greens, seed, and wind.

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                                                            1. re: FoodFuser

                                                              Food Fuser, I know you've heard it before, but I have to say it too. You have one hell of a talent.

                                                                1. re: mamachef

                                                                  I post up my poetry
                                                                  because it relaxes me.
                                                                  Find joy in the verse
                                                                  of the universe.

                                                                  But this here thread on haiku has really been good for me
                                                                  to confine to restraints on the count of the syllabary
                                                                  when my normal style is just redneck rhyme.

                                                            2. Perfect round onion
                                                              rests heaves on the cutting board
                                                              waits cleave with steel knife.

                                                              Sharp blade freshly honed
                                                              on GrandDad's hundred year stone.
                                                              in heavy iron case

                                                              Then blade edge de-burred
                                                              with some ring singing passes
                                                              across honing steel.

                                                              The knife is a given
                                                              but this beautiful onion
                                                              specimen of gift.

                                                              Rootlets at one pole
                                                              Trimmed tufted leaves at the other.
                                                              Unblemished dried skin.

                                                              Picture most perfect
                                                              as I seek place of first cut
                                                              to merge with the Allium.

                                                              Base end first to go
                                                              then the dried leaves at the top
                                                              The hefty work done.

                                                              Lifting the trimmed globe
                                                              to my palm to peruse it
                                                              in seek of best keel.

                                                              Hand gripping knifepoint
                                                              I finally penetrate.
                                                              Scent, soft sounds abound.

                                                              Fingers slide right down
                                                              Dried exterior skin but
                                                              fresh onion springs below.

                                                              Flip of the knife blade
                                                              first layer pops free and peels
                                                              revealing good onion.

                                                              Depending on dish
                                                              you are going to prepare
                                                              need decide slicing.

                                                              I try to preserve
                                                              the beauty and marvel of
                                                              those concentric rings.

                                                              Sound of one hand clapping
                                                              can occur when we're cutting
                                                              good lowly onion.

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                                                                1. re: buttertart

                                                                  Gift from good onion
                                                                  just lending sweet spherical.
                                                                  Rings to dried skin.

                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                    What I particularly love about your onion ode was the description of the process. That would be fun to do with other cooking processes...hmm...

                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                      The metered approach
                                                                      set soft deep in appreciation
                                                                      Goes way past one onion.

                                                                      Each encounter had
                                                                      whether it calls for sharp blade
                                                                      Deserves heft in hand.

                                                                      And also perusal
                                                                      along with will to proceed
                                                                      with dance of the slice.

                                                                      Theme universal
                                                                      ranging farther than just food.
                                                                      Love of encounter

                                                                      With all senses honed
                                                                      allows us the full broad range
                                                                      of goodness of life.

                                                              1. for all you haiku writers, i just saw this in the latest Zagat Buzz e-newsletter...a contest to write a Haiku about the Top Chef contestant we all love to hate, a.k.a. the one who shall remain nameless :) strange that the prize kit isn't more geared toward molecular gastronomy, but it's still a prize...


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                                                                1. re: goodhealthgourmet

                                                                  Thanks Hope no offense. I will check it, but probably opt out
                                                                  only because this dip of the toe
                                                                  into pool of the haiku
                                                                  has shown that its strictures
                                                                  are calming, focusing,
                                                                  and quite the antithesis
                                                                  of hyped up TV.

                                                                2. Can of tinned tuna
                                                                  Soon freed with canopener
                                                                  water drained, pressed lid.

                                                                  Talk could stop right here
                                                                  with just opened fish gleaming
                                                                  can...tuna... lid.

                                                                  Then stir of mayo
                                                                  Aligning with canned fish
                                                                  Hint of black pepper.

                                                                  Good to be stirred up,
                                                                  and ate straight from the can.
                                                                  scented with mayo.

                                                                  Spoon cleanses down
                                                                  and seeks clean aluminum
                                                                  Leaving cleaned can.

                                                                  1. Joy, Spring Equinox
                                                                    Balance of night and of day.
                                                                    Soil feels it and stirs.

                                                                    Perennials rouse
                                                                    There is rouser in root bases
                                                                    old proven timing.

                                                                    Annuals scattered
                                                                    with hope as new planted seed
                                                                    seek rise to the sun.

                                                                    Gardeners know this
                                                                    As too ancestors knew this
                                                                    And timed with this day

                                                                    Bracketing timing
                                                                    around annual event
                                                                    chanting as planting

                                                                    Attuned to the cycles
                                                                    for their sowing and harvest
                                                                    in pulse with the Sun.

                                                                    1. Roasted drumstick.
                                                                      Cut from the body of chicken

                                                                      Tendons and muscle
                                                                      Teeth peel from it's supple

                                                                      Consider the Hen
                                                                      and the gift of her drumstick.

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                                                                        1. re: mamachef

                                                                          God bless the chicken
                                                                          and good meat that it gives us.

                                                                          Bird clucking heard
                                                                          plus gift of their ovum
                                                                          a really good bird.

                                                                      1. Redbuds are blooming
                                                                        Pink petals of labia
                                                                        Five parted blossoms.

                                                                        Mandoline singing
                                                                        with hiss of the cabbage
                                                                        shaved gossamer thin.

                                                                        After some dressing
                                                                        Redbud flowers are sprinkled.
                                                                        Glory. Spring salad.

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                                                                        1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                          My Gawd, FF: this is probably the sexiest haiku I've ever read. Reminds me of Anais Nin. : )

                                                                          1. re: mamachef

                                                                            Joined not to Anais
                                                                            I softly remain
                                                                            simply Foodfuser
                                                                            with full warts and boils.

                                                                            Gift of gossamer
                                                                            is girt of the blossom.
                                                                            that be labial redbud.

                                                                            1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                              "I softly remain" and "Gift of gossamer" are very beautiful lines.

                                                                        2. Hot dang to raw onions
                                                                          pulled fresh from the earth soil clinging.
                                                                          Call me rapscallion.

                                                                          Be Spring. Be April.
                                                                          Be time to pluck earliest onions,
                                                                          Bulbous in soil.

                                                                          In no other form
                                                                          completes such a rhapsody
                                                                          as spring onions.

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                                                                          1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                            In fine fettle, Food Fuser. Rebravo.

                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                              Forgot the last line
                                                                              In praise of the Allium:
                                                                              "Onions. Good After-Burp."

                                                                          2. Is there haiku of bacon?
                                                                            Iron cast broadly pork laid longly
                                                                            Sizzles slowly,

                                                                            Beauty of bacon,
                                                                            Slabbbed pork in the makin
                                                                            curls in the pan.

                                                                            Match of the iron
                                                                            with the seal of the pork
                                                                            makes bacon.

                                                                            1. thoroughly intimidated by FF but also inspired.

                                                                              Bacon wrapped hot dog
                                                                              The spice of jalapenos
                                                                              The smoke in my hair

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                                                                              1. re: mariacarmen

                                                                                Encurl of bacon gives crunch and good crust,

                                                                                Hope skin of the wiener browned exploded with flavor.

                                                                                1. re: mariacarmen

                                                                                  Let us all just enmeld
                                                                                  In the gentle of Haiku
                                                                                  five on the jive.

                                                                                  There's something about
                                                                                  struggled search for a consonan
                                                                                  constrainments? constraints?

                                                                                  There is fun in the deft of the five seven five
                                                                                  There is fun just Gol durned dang it of being alive

                                                                                  Is it shelter , or smelter, this haiku?
                                                                                  It requires or regard of the 5 7 5
                                                                                  Emplacing our thoughts
                                                                                  within such tight boundaries.
                                                                                  Somehow, there is joy of the 5 7 5.

                                                                                2. Toast. Browned bread.
                                                                                  Passed with a knife full of butter
                                                                                  What else to udder.

                                                                                  Such gift of the wheat.
                                                                                  Such gift of the curds of the cream.
                                                                                  butter benevolent.

                                                                                  Singing to butter
                                                                                  Accorded to crust, softly melting,
                                                                                  Contrapunt in the gentle admixture
                                                                                  of toast and of butter..

                                                                                  1. Good gusts of good wind
                                                                                    What more could one hope for
                                                                                    Garden and spade/

                                                                                    1. Brought as courtesy
                                                                                      Sterile, bland, not unctuous
                                                                                      Hospital food tray.

                                                                                      With a thank you to the nurses on 11 - and no, it wasn't that bad and I am so appreciative to you all for thinking of me.....

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                                                                                      1. re: mamachef

                                                                                        If you can make a haiku of that, you've really got it going on. On so many levels.

                                                                                        1. re: buttertart

                                                                                          Praise to the tray
                                                                                          and praise all behind it
                                                                                          Gift of Hospital,

                                                                                        2. re: mamachef

                                                                                          Dear God that tray of broth, jell-o and tea was delicious after several days of TPN flowing into my arm.

                                                                                          1. re: AreBe

                                                                                            Uff Da, Oy, AreBe. I just bet it was!

                                                                                        3. I really like the one about the sea urchin and one about the blue crab.

                                                                                          Why are you looking for opinions/critiques, grocerytrekker? Will you be publishing some of these? :)

                                                                                          I'm inspired by everyone else's postings so far! Here's my offering:

                                                                                          Three years my backyard
                                                                                          has been neglected and yet
                                                                                          ev'ry spring there's rhubarb.

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                                                                                          1. re: jubilant cerise

                                                                                            Thank you. Publishers are interested in my flower haiku, although I like the idea of not publishing them at all. You know, we are talking about ephemerality after all... we'll see.

                                                                                            Rain on the meadow
                                                                                            Alighting with sound muted
                                                                                            Summer plume thistles

                                                                                            On the straw bedding
                                                                                            (A) bona fide novelty
                                                                                            Strawberry flower

                                                                                            A distressing sight
                                                                                            Flowerets have missed the mark
                                                                                            Lacecap hydrangeas
                                                                                            (Ah, hydrangeas are not edible, I guess...? Good for them!
                                                                                            I'm admiring everyone's input here. Cheers.

                                                                                              1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                Thank you! Now *you* should publish a selection of your haiku.

                                                                                                Here are a few more fun ones:

                                                                                                Wintry willow tree
                                                                                                She's skewering small snappers
                                                                                                Wife of the angler

                                                                                                A snowy morning
                                                                                                All I've got is dried salmon
                                                                                                To chew all alone

                                                                                                Does she mean to share
                                                                                                The crane does not finish her
                                                                                                Watercress dinner

                                                                                                Cracking a walnut
                                                                                                In the middle of this nut
                                                                                                There's an unused room

                                                                                                They used to be green
                                                                                                That was fine the way they were
                                                                                                Ripening peppers

                                                                                                1. re: grocerytrekker

                                                                                                  I love these. Especially the walnut one.

                                                                                                  Sad to report that haiku master and poet FoodFuser has departed this realm...http://chowhound.chow.com/topics/883140

                                                                                          2. My neighbors Magnoila
                                                                                            Gives praise to the spring
                                                                                            with scent of her blossoms
                                                                                            and evergreen leaves.

                                                                                            Thickness of petals
                                                                                            Hefting weight, heavy waxy
                                                                                            They celebrate all that is Spring.

                                                                                            Wish I could eat it.
                                                                                            Gift deep from past they be,
                                                                                            these herald Magnolias.

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                                                                                              1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                Gift of all blooming blossoms
                                                                                                Message of Spring.

                                                                                            1. Certain we celebrate
                                                                                              The crunch of the celery
                                                                                              such gift to colon.

                                                                                              It even excites
                                                                                              each pass of good sharp knife.
                                                                                              Blade and explosion.

                                                                                              Such simple of tasks
                                                                                              as is chopping the celery
                                                                                              Center of Life.

                                                                                              Its crispness affords
                                                                                              such a platform for knife
                                                                                              and marvel of crunch.

                                                                                              Such gift of crisp stalk
                                                                                              Such gift of this humblest task
                                                                                              Such gift is the celery.

                                                                                              1. Were Fast winds this day
                                                                                                Fifty-five miles per hour
                                                                                                Just Prairie in Spring.

                                                                                                All the young tree leaves
                                                                                                bent strongly to this hard wind
                                                                                                seemed well to survive.

                                                                                                Bent fiercest were onions
                                                                                                Laid low with the hard winds
                                                                                                I hope they survive.

                                                                                                In each of us want
                                                                                                to foster cultivation
                                                                                                even in deep wind.

                                                                                                Metaphor there is
                                                                                                when we plant others than onions
                                                                                                Whatever that is.

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                                                                                                1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                  Weather becalmed
                                                                                                  Deck beckons to coffee
                                                                                                  Birds sing morning.

                                                                                                  Eyes to the onions
                                                                                                  still bent from the weather
                                                                                                  not yet walked out there

                                                                                                  Most bent of stems
                                                                                                  will be chopped for my oaties
                                                                                                  savory goodness

                                                                                                  Oaties and onions
                                                                                                  Makes for savory meals
                                                                                                  And good breakfast.

                                                                                                2. My taxes are done
                                                                                                  my loot rendered to Caesar
                                                                                                  as Bible prescribes

                                                                                                  (And as does IRS).

                                                                                                  Let us celebrate
                                                                                                  with a salad of lettuce
                                                                                                  fit for Das Caesar.

                                                                                                  It starts with wood bowl
                                                                                                  and a fresh clove of garlic
                                                                                                  rubbed in the wood grain.

                                                                                                  Egg and anchovy
                                                                                                  are stirred as they are added
                                                                                                  then oil, then all whisked.

                                                                                                  Such a sweet dressing
                                                                                                  Smell arises to greet me
                                                                                                  Still needs some lettuce.

                                                                                                  I sneak in a few
                                                                                                  of those extra anchovies
                                                                                                  before I proceed.

                                                                                                  Crisp head of Romaine
                                                                                                  is now stripped, disemboweled
                                                                                                  best leaves at its heart.

                                                                                                  Joy as it mixes
                                                                                                  In fresh bowl with fresh dressing
                                                                                                  salad of April.

                                                                                                  I hand out a bowl
                                                                                                  to IRS auditer
                                                                                                  represents Caesar,

                                                                                                  Mid April is his
                                                                                                  which is why I've renamed it
                                                                                                  to "IRS salad".

                                                                                                  I take much more joy
                                                                                                  in whipping up same salad
                                                                                                  when rendered to God
                                                                                                  (not to Caesar)

                                                                                                  Because God allows
                                                                                                  that it goes down My gullet...
                                                                                                  not to dang taxes.

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                                                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                    You slay me utterly, FoodFuser. I now have a new hobby because of this.

                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                      Just use your fingers
                                                                                                      to count out five and seven,
                                                                                                      then follow your heart.

                                                                                                      1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                        Every thought I have
                                                                                                        Can be made into haiku
                                                                                                        And is all the time!

                                                                                                        1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                          I find the haiku device with its meter restraints, quite useful, almost like a sieve when we clarify sauce.

                                                                                                          1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                            Very much so. It seems (like iambic pentameter) to be a pattern that thought and speech fal linto fairly naturally.

                                                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                              Iambic, indeed, does fit to our meter.
                                                                                                              haiku more tightly so.

                                                                                                              Gifts in the cadence.

                                                                                                  2. Like all fingerfood/ Nagirizushi always/ Makes me young again.

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                                                                                                      1. re: DoobieWah

                                                                                                        Energy always
                                                                                                        does flow forth from Wasabi
                                                                                                        Best of the mustards.

                                                                                                        It grows in best places...
                                                                                                        Where water and rocks do their dance
                                                                                                        Streambed Wasabi.

                                                                                                        Falling of waters
                                                                                                        Combined with a good hit to nose.
                                                                                                        Ahhh Life... Ahhh Wasabi.

                                                                                                      2. Slicer meets cabbage
                                                                                                        Such joy in that whisking sound
                                                                                                        food for us masses.

                                                                                                        Leaves taking in Sun.
                                                                                                        Minimal toil to the soil.
                                                                                                        Cabbage is food for the planet.

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                                                                                                        1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                          Dill. Best herb of Spring.
                                                                                                          Aroma oils flowing.
                                                                                                          Leans toward the taters

                                                                                                          But glances to Fish
                                                                                                          Cooked, yet accepting chopped leaves.
                                                                                                          Beauty of fresh Dill.

                                                                                                          But then come the eggs.
                                                                                                          Butter and ovum and herb
                                                                                                          Dill give full blossom.

                                                                                                        2. Elm seeds bespatter
                                                                                                          driven in drift of the wind
                                                                                                          Small football flat discs,

                                                                                                          Elm in the saddle
                                                                                                          means time to check calender
                                                                                                          for planting maters.

                                                                                                          Curious they're tied
                                                                                                          those Elms and those Tomaters
                                                                                                          Strong sign of good Spring.

                                                                                                          1. Soft breath fells petal.
                                                                                                            Sending such sweetness to ground.
                                                                                                            Four of the five now remain.

                                                                                                            Watched blown one soar down
                                                                                                            in gentlest of circles
                                                                                                            then flesh met with ground.

                                                                                                            Bring blossom to me
                                                                                                            as I study the ovary
                                                                                                            plump, it is ready.

                                                                                                            Soon will be good fruit
                                                                                                            in the hands of caretakers
                                                                                                            well plucked to baskets.

                                                                                                            But Blossom, one petal,
                                                                                                            it seeks not to the basket.
                                                                                                            Seeks freedom instead.

                                                                                                            Petal in freefall
                                                                                                            speaks deep of an energy
                                                                                                            we have not yet heard.

                                                                                                            1. Coffee.

                                                                                                              Coffee from tropics
                                                                                                              tastes and aromas in nose
                                                                                                              cup back to saucer.

                                                                                                              Thoughts to the first ones
                                                                                                              who sensed such beauty in beans
                                                                                                              hand-picked from the plant.

                                                                                                              Roasted, delivered,
                                                                                                              as whole beans, I just grind them.
                                                                                                              Beauty of Coffee.

                                                                                                              Beauty of Drip.

                                                                                                              1. Gosh darn, it is Spring.
                                                                                                                Let us let forth with laughter
                                                                                                                in foods that we're after.


                                                                                                                Joy in Cheeseburger
                                                                                                                Dispensed by a Meister.
                                                                                                                Good burger, Good man.

                                                                                                                1. Becone the pecan
                                                                                                                  Grows down here in our valleys.
                                                                                                                  Better than walnut.

                                                                                                                  What would be good life
                                                                                                                  in it's struggle and hard strife
                                                                                                                  Without some good nuts.

                                                                                                                  Not about crazy
                                                                                                                  I be just a FoodFuser
                                                                                                                  feasting on pecans.

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                                                                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                    And the happy genius of your household, to paraphrase another poet of renown.

                                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                      That phrase is new to me. Who spoke it?

                                                                                                                      1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                        Danse Russe

                                                                                                                        If when my wife is sleeping
                                                                                                                        and the baby and Kathleen
                                                                                                                        are sleeping
                                                                                                                        and the sun is a flame-white disc
                                                                                                                        in silken mists
                                                                                                                        above shining trees,--
                                                                                                                        if I in my north room
                                                                                                                        dance naked, grotesquely
                                                                                                                        before my mirror
                                                                                                                        waving my shirt round my head
                                                                                                                        and singing softly to myself:
                                                                                                                        "I am lonely, lonely.
                                                                                                                        I was born to be lonely,
                                                                                                                        I am best so!"
                                                                                                                        If I admire my arms, my face,
                                                                                                                        my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
                                                                                                                        against the yellow drawn shades,--

                                                                                                                        Who shall say I am not
                                                                                                                        the happy genius of my household?

                                                                                                                        William Carlos Williams

                                                                                                                        1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                          Thank you BT
                                                                                                                          I have read some some WCW
                                                                                                                          just not enough.

                                                                                                                          And how give him
                                                                                                                          more of an accolade
                                                                                                                          Than a name so mellifluous
                                                                                                                          WCW flows to William Carlos Williams
                                                                                                                          Even name has a rhyme
                                                                                                                          I shall read more of him.

                                                                                                                          1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                            One of my favorites, and I now live in his home town!

                                                                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                              I have googled him. Man most magnificent, thank you. Please email me.

                                                                                                                  2. Five, Seven, Five huh?
                                                                                                                    And it must be about food?
                                                                                                                    An apple a day...

                                                                                                                    1. Upon oats, Upon groats,

                                                                                                                      Just now this morning
                                                                                                                      As my oaties were warming
                                                                                                                      I gave praise to groats.

                                                                                                                      Journeys to feedbags
                                                                                                                      Sound of the strong jaws of horses
                                                                                                                      As chomp on their oats.

                                                                                                                      As we feed our steeds
                                                                                                                      For the max of nutrition
                                                                                                                      Why not feed ourselves.

                                                                                                                      Soft chomp in groaties
                                                                                                                      Skilled rendered from oaties
                                                                                                                      Good take on breakfast.

                                                                                                                      1. Olives

                                                                                                                        Neighbor shared olives.
                                                                                                                        They are called Kalamatas
                                                                                                                        deep good meaty fruit.

                                                                                                                        Thanks to that friendship
                                                                                                                        It has more than just olives
                                                                                                                        Of living joyous.

                                                                                                                        1. Okay fellow posters.
                                                                                                                          There is a lot of good talent on this thread.

                                                                                                                          Let us keep this thing going
                                                                                                                          Let us keep just enjoying
                                                                                                                          5-7-5 poetry.

                                                                                                                          Do it by posting
                                                                                                                          Such good talent here.

                                                                                                                          1. Consider the cheese
                                                                                                                            Caseins compacted to loaves
                                                                                                                            Beauty milk gives us.

                                                                                                                            1. Cooking pork and beans,
                                                                                                                              Good dish when rendered out right
                                                                                                                              Porcine and legumes.

                                                                                                                              1. Toward more plebeian food memories:

                                                                                                                                Along Interstate 40.
                                                                                                                                Year of Big Mac wars.

                                                                                                                                Just 49 cents
                                                                                                                                Will supply you with Big Mac.
                                                                                                                                Or Quarter with cheese.

                                                                                                                                Long distance driving
                                                                                                                                with Moon over my shoulder
                                                                                                                                making the miles count.

                                                                                                                                Talk radio good.
                                                                                                                                Thermos of coffee still hot
                                                                                                                                recharged at McD's.

                                                                                                                                Big Mac in hand
                                                                                                                                Quarter pounder beside me.
                                                                                                                                Chew, sip, and listen.

                                                                                                                                Next time to get gas
                                                                                                                                Is in about two more hours
                                                                                                                                and more of McD's.

                                                                                                                                Engine hums smoothly
                                                                                                                                Moon follows me down the road.
                                                                                                                                Hurtle through darkness.

                                                                                                                                Hark... on horizon
                                                                                                                                My best brand of gasoline
                                                                                                                                adjacent gold arches.

                                                                                                                                1. Green pea shoots curling
                                                                                                                                  Radishes flavor bursting
                                                                                                                                  Dress with vinegar.

                                                                                                                                  1. Here smoked pork spareribs
                                                                                                                                    One flick the meat falls from bone.
                                                                                                                                    Bone shines, meat beckons.

                                                                                                                                    Made by a Master
                                                                                                                                    in his restaurant kitchen
                                                                                                                                    Pecan, Hickory.

                                                                                                                                    The logs piled outside
                                                                                                                                    bespeak authenticity.
                                                                                                                                    Ribs revolve through smoker.

                                                                                                                                    Beans are too in there
                                                                                                                                    to be stirred on occasion
                                                                                                                                    to take in the smoke.

                                                                                                                                    The Master attends
                                                                                                                                    to his making of cole slaw
                                                                                                                                    chopped with loving strokes.

                                                                                                                                    He has apprentice
                                                                                                                                    but he is for sure Master.
                                                                                                                                    This kitchen is his.

                                                                                                                                    He's been smoking ribs
                                                                                                                                    for almost forty years now.
                                                                                                                                    Good sweat to his brow.

                                                                                                                                    Folks queue at the door
                                                                                                                                    for his ribs, beans, and cole slaw.
                                                                                                                                    That is his menu.

                                                                                                                                    His restaurant is set
                                                                                                                                    on a deep country road
                                                                                                                                    far from the highway.

                                                                                                                                    The sense that one gets
                                                                                                                                    is much more than just good meat.
                                                                                                                                    It's dedication.

                                                                                                                                    Would that we all could
                                                                                                                                    find such deep avocation.
                                                                                                                                    Maker of good ribs.

                                                                                                                                    1. Hear man rub the rice
                                                                                                                                      under fresh flowing water
                                                                                                                                      He rinses it thrice.

                                                                                                                                      The split bamboo broom
                                                                                                                                      a tool most traditional.
                                                                                                                                      Whisk, rinse, whisk again..

                                                                                                                                      Soft rhythm in rice.
                                                                                                                                      Cascade flow of the water
                                                                                                                                      to each gentle grain.

                                                                                                                                      Sounds atavistic.
                                                                                                                                      They've hurled through the centuries.
                                                                                                                                      Still today: Whisk, swoosh.

                                                                                                                                      Could be as simple
                                                                                                                                      as rice grains, bamboo, water?
                                                                                                                                      The answer awaits.

                                                                                                                                      For now will focus
                                                                                                                                      on his forearm and elbow
                                                                                                                                      as daily brings rice.

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                                                                                                                                          1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                            A good dose of creativity is a great and fine thing. : ) Have a good day, FF.

                                                                                                                                            1. re: mamachef

                                                                                                                                              It's the Tao of Ku!
                                                                                                                                              Memo to self: ask husband whether haiku was a Japanese borrowing from China. Think not but one never knows, there are so many things that are.

                                                                                                                                              1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                Memo to self part 2: Maybe there's a Chinese poetic form we can goe going on. It can be counted syllable too.

                                                                                                                                                1. re: buttertart


                                                                                                                                                  No, Japanese grammar is completely different from Chinese. Vocabulary is borrowed, yes, but the answer is no :)

                                                                                                                                                  1. re: grocerytrekker

                                                                                                                                                    But richness of Kanji,
                                                                                                                                                    Chinese characters borrowed
                                                                                                                                                    each has deep depth.

                                                                                                                                                    Carry more meaning
                                                                                                                                                    than paltry syllabary
                                                                                                                                                    Give haiku its breadth.

                                                                                                                                                    please rejoin us in chorus
                                                                                                                                                    in search of Haiku.

                                                                                                                                                    1. re: grocerytrekker

                                                                                                                                                      Preaching to the choir, here - I know, I speak and read Chinese and my husband reads Japanese as well as being more conversant in Chinese including literary than I'll ever be (had to learn it for dissertation research, is a historian, late imperial urban history). Not 5-7-5 but counted syllable forms do exist in Chinese poetry.

                                                                                                                                                      1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                        Seems good point of discussion of making thread better.
                                                                                                                                                        Sense such force of subdued power here.
                                                                                                                                                        Scent of good folks want release power of poetry.

                                                                                                                                          2. Lo... the Bread Maker
                                                                                                                                            arises before the dawn.
                                                                                                                                            Time to get baking.

                                                                                                                                            So many cultures
                                                                                                                                            with just flour and water
                                                                                                                                            thank baker at dawn.

                                                                                                                                            Ovens now heating.
                                                                                                                                            ready for whatever dough.
                                                                                                                                            Ready for good bread.

                                                                                                                                            Man of the morning
                                                                                                                                            this is flour-splayed baker
                                                                                                                                            Central to all lives.

                                                                                                                                            Today we find it
                                                                                                                                            cut, sliced, bagged and delivered
                                                                                                                                            was it always so?

                                                                                                                                            Bakers with hot stones
                                                                                                                                            before we had hot ovens
                                                                                                                                            bread baked in the past.

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                                                                                                                                            1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                              This is great. And for reference, the first sliced bread debuted on 7 July, 1928, courtesy of Otto Frederick Rohwedder, inventor of the machine.

                                                                                                                                            2. Coffee of morning
                                                                                                                                              Birds compete in their songing
                                                                                                                                              All's well on deck.

                                                                                                                                              Sunrise aroma
                                                                                                                                              The wind chimes are tinkling
                                                                                                                                              from base of my mug.

                                                                                                                                              Cup runneth over
                                                                                                                                              with the joys sought from this day.
                                                                                                                                              Dawn, birds, coffee beans.

                                                                                                                                              Just the beginning
                                                                                                                                              As Apollo moves sun higher
                                                                                                                                              Songs yet to be sung today.

                                                                                                                                              6 Replies
                                                                                                                                                1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                  Thanks for Wallace Stevens. He was a beautiful poet.

                                                                                                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                    Another WS you're sure to love - the last canto of "L'Esthétique du Mal".

                                                                                                                                                    the green corn gleaming
                                                                                                                                                    tomatoes red ripening
                                                                                                                                                    hot summer pleasures

                                                                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                      Thank you, bt, for steering me softly to these awesome poets.

                                                                                                                                                    2. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                      Blackbird. I do not know which I prefer. That man could shatter a mind.

                                                                                                                                                2. Softness of butter
                                                                                                                                                  left on counter to soften
                                                                                                                                                  gives gift of glossen.

                                                                                                                                                  Knife spreads it smoothly
                                                                                                                                                  upon rough face of the bread
                                                                                                                                                  Ahhhhh... bread and butter.

                                                                                                                                                  See Granny at churn
                                                                                                                                                  with such calm separating
                                                                                                                                                  fat that is butter.

                                                                                                                                                  Now she kneads flour dough
                                                                                                                                                  her stout forearms are churning
                                                                                                                                                  loaves ready, hot oven.

                                                                                                                                                  All hail to Granny.
                                                                                                                                                  Her fresh butter, her hot bread.
                                                                                                                                                  Knife spreading sings smoothly.

                                                                                                                                                  1. Cold block of tofu
                                                                                                                                                    yields slabs to a butterknife
                                                                                                                                                    sliced and quivering.

                                                                                                                                                    So many uses
                                                                                                                                                    but the first is the naked
                                                                                                                                                    dip into shoyu.

                                                                                                                                                    Flakes of bonito
                                                                                                                                                    and sprouted radishes await
                                                                                                                                                    to dress this blessed tofu.

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                                                                                                                                                    1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                      Crisp green kaiware
                                                                                                                                                      open leaflets, gift pepper
                                                                                                                                                      Dress my tofu.

                                                                                                                                                      Are just daikon sprouts
                                                                                                                                                      but leaflets are opening
                                                                                                                                                      mustardly crisp good.

                                                                                                                                                      Stance of kaiware
                                                                                                                                                      is clamshell opening
                                                                                                                                                      leaflets to heaven.

                                                                                                                                                    2. Rain. Breaking our drought.
                                                                                                                                                      All night thundering pouring
                                                                                                                                                      Good for our gardens.

                                                                                                                                                      1. Up with the the Onions
                                                                                                                                                        Sol's chariot not here yet
                                                                                                                                                        thus simple morning.

                                                                                                                                                        Birds bleat a soft note
                                                                                                                                                        Redbird serves as bugler
                                                                                                                                                        Time roust and awake.

                                                                                                                                                        Soon will be chorus
                                                                                                                                                        of bird guided euphony
                                                                                                                                                        Pleasures but scattered

                                                                                                                                                        I seek to hear growth
                                                                                                                                                        from rootstocks were planted.
                                                                                                                                                        Soft gentle onions.

                                                                                                                                                        Mornings and onions.
                                                                                                                                                        Listening for their green growth
                                                                                                                                                        Birds give good chorus

                                                                                                                                                        1. Plants in the garden
                                                                                                                                                          Finding their succor from rain
                                                                                                                                                          becoming erect.

                                                                                                                                                          Seek to the rootlet
                                                                                                                                                          grabbing soil eternal
                                                                                                                                                          Mix mind with the dirt.

                                                                                                                                                          Growth upon photons.
                                                                                                                                                          Stream forth rich from our Sun.
                                                                                                                                                          Harvest. Energy.

                                                                                                                                                          Love days gentle Spring
                                                                                                                                                          Before Summer Sun blazes
                                                                                                                                                          That sure lies ahead

                                                                                                                                                          For now be of herbs
                                                                                                                                                          lettuce radishes onions
                                                                                                                                                          Soft Sun soft soil.

                                                                                                                                                          1. Midnight is speaking.
                                                                                                                                                            Moon shines and illuminates.
                                                                                                                                                            Soft breezes sweeping.

                                                                                                                                                            So silent tonight
                                                                                                                                                            on the waves of the soft wind
                                                                                                                                                            pulsing and blowing.

                                                                                                                                                            Nary an insect
                                                                                                                                                            singing in hopes of mating.
                                                                                                                                                            Tonight we are quiet.

                                                                                                                                                            Pulse of a breeze
                                                                                                                                                            leaves shimmer, tingle, and breathe
                                                                                                                                                            then fall to quiet.

                                                                                                                                                            Soundless evening.
                                                                                                                                                            In heart, boundless evening.
                                                                                                                                                            The gift of soft breeze.

                                                                                                                                                            1. Eye to good breakfast.
                                                                                                                                                              Gotta be eggs and oaties,
                                                                                                                                                              Making the prep now.

                                                                                                                                                              1. Wrapped in fine paper,
                                                                                                                                                                little pearls of sweet and sharp,
                                                                                                                                                                God's gift - the onion.

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                                                                                                                                                                1. re: DoobieWah

                                                                                                                                                                  God's gift indeed.
                                                                                                                                                                  Been a good Spring for onions
                                                                                                                                                                  Smunching them fresh green.

                                                                                                                                                                2. Sweep of the zip top
                                                                                                                                                                  Revealing good canned sardines.
                                                                                                                                                                  Multiple layers.

                                                                                                                                                                  Good fishies arrayed
                                                                                                                                                                  either firstlings or brislings
                                                                                                                                                                  soft layered in can.

                                                                                                                                                                  Once so bescorned
                                                                                                                                                                  they are back as the lunch snack
                                                                                                                                                                  All good Omegas.

                                                                                                                                                                  Their partner Saltines
                                                                                                                                                                  hath too made re-emergence
                                                                                                                                                                  paired perfect with fish.

                                                                                                                                                                  Blue Collars chuckle
                                                                                                                                                                  In knowing held long and strong
                                                                                                                                                                  strength of a meal in can held

                                                                                                                                                                  Glistening sardines
                                                                                                                                                                  Corner-hugging Saltines
                                                                                                                                                                  We told you guys all along

                                                                                                                                                                  Lo Merc, Hi Omegas.
                                                                                                                                                                  Lunchbox snaps with a good burp
                                                                                                                                                                  and fish-eaters smile.

                                                                                                                                                                  1. Dark, balmy night.
                                                                                                                                                                    I'll eat just a light sandwich.
                                                                                                                                                                    Breeze gives good delight.

                                                                                                                                                                    1. Knock mud from boot soles
                                                                                                                                                                      It is Tornado cleanup
                                                                                                                                                                      Sit for a minute.

                                                                                                                                                                      Flip bird to debris
                                                                                                                                                                      and tragedy surrounds me
                                                                                                                                                                      Just need to sit, breathe.

                                                                                                                                                                      Am handed canned beans.
                                                                                                                                                                      Metal lid has been opened
                                                                                                                                                                      Spoon is deep standing

                                                                                                                                                                      I eat down cold meal
                                                                                                                                                                      as if each bean were treasure
                                                                                                                                                                      Spoon clanks to cold steel.

                                                                                                                                                                      Back to the debris
                                                                                                                                                                      Scrape more mud off my boots
                                                                                                                                                                      Cleanup sure beckons.

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                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                        I've been worried about you, FoodFuser - is everybody safe, I dearly hope?

                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                          We are tornadoed
                                                                                                                                                                          Pick up the pieces
                                                                                                                                                                          Move on and do well.

                                                                                                                                                                      2. Buttered pan sizzles
                                                                                                                                                                        things seem just right to add eggs
                                                                                                                                                                        Senses buttery.

                                                                                                                                                                        Crack two from their shell
                                                                                                                                                                        Revel in buttery splatter
                                                                                                                                                                        Hot butter meets eggs.

                                                                                                                                                                        Cook them now coddled
                                                                                                                                                                        Just the way that I want them
                                                                                                                                                                        Beauty, Butter, Eggs.

                                                                                                                                                                        1. What lunch from satchel.
                                                                                                                                                                          Crusted bread cut to sandwich
                                                                                                                                                                          Bring only cut cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                          1. Meat from grill today.
                                                                                                                                                                            It is Memorial Day.
                                                                                                                                                                            Best day to eat meat?

                                                                                                                                                                            Celebrate soldiers
                                                                                                                                                                            With grunts they protected us.
                                                                                                                                                                            Memorial Day.

                                                                                                                                                                            Might MD say peace.

                                                                                                                                                                            1. Ode to flatulence
                                                                                                                                                                              from ingesting those legumes.
                                                                                                                                                                              Haiku to good beans.

                                                                                                                                                                              Source of good fiber
                                                                                                                                                                              and incredible flavor
                                                                                                                                                                              good farts to savor.

                                                                                                                                                                              While all know the bliss
                                                                                                                                                                              we so rarely discuss this.
                                                                                                                                                                              Manners. Etiquette.

                                                                                                                                                                              Proud to be species
                                                                                                                                                                              with such workings of colon
                                                                                                                                                                              digesting my food.

                                                                                                                                                                              All of such systems
                                                                                                                                                                              require Pressure Relief Valves
                                                                                                                                                                              It takes form of Fart.

                                                                                                                                                                              Relish ingestion.
                                                                                                                                                                              Relish work of the Colon.
                                                                                                                                                                              Give grin at good Fart.

                                                                                                                                                                              1. Warm Hot winds greet me
                                                                                                                                                                                Portender of Summer blazing skies?
                                                                                                                                                                                Just want Cukes and Onions

                                                                                                                                                                                Chilled to defray them
                                                                                                                                                                                with soft vinegar soft sugar
                                                                                                                                                                                from summer's strong heat...

                                                                                                                                                                                Thank God for the fridge
                                                                                                                                                                                as it rattles and rambles
                                                                                                                                                                                allows dish served cold

                                                                                                                                                                                Gifts from the garden
                                                                                                                                                                                gifts from deep cold running frige
                                                                                                                                                                                right to the gullet.

                                                                                                                                                                                1. Hot sun has hit early
                                                                                                                                                                                  Giving droop to my basil
                                                                                                                                                                                  Soft limp wimpy leaves.

                                                                                                                                                                                  Wanted to use you
                                                                                                                                                                                  to mate with tomatoes...
                                                                                                                                                                                  Formless you dangle.

                                                                                                                                                                                  Perhaps tonight's Dew
                                                                                                                                                                                  will bring back your erectness
                                                                                                                                                                                  Draped over 'maters.

                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Ode to haiku-burger

                                                                                                                                                                                    Grilled burger drips well
                                                                                                                                                                                    splatters the plate with droplets
                                                                                                                                                                                    but just meat and bun.

                                                                                                                                                                                    Condiments extra
                                                                                                                                                                                    and only as requested
                                                                                                                                                                                    That's part of the fun.

                                                                                                                                                                                    Onion for pungence
                                                                                                                                                                                    Lettuce for crunchy crispness
                                                                                                                                                                                    Sliced 'maters that slide.

                                                                                                                                                                                    Mustard for good bite
                                                                                                                                                                                    then comes the piano-forte
                                                                                                                                                                                    Dollops of Mayo.

                                                                                                                                                                                    This burger best at home
                                                                                                                                                                                    restaurants just don't make it
                                                                                                                                                                                    except In and Out.

                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Thunderstorms moved through
                                                                                                                                                                                      In normal path west to east.
                                                                                                                                                                                      Good ground soaking rain.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Now garden glistens.
                                                                                                                                                                                      It is time to give listen
                                                                                                                                                                                      to driplets droplets.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Focus on those sounds
                                                                                                                                                                                      of water just seeking ground
                                                                                                                                                                                      gift of gravity.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Glides down along stems
                                                                                                                                                                                      and releases from leaflets
                                                                                                                                                                                      Some remains, glistens.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Harken to those days
                                                                                                                                                                                      when survival was centered
                                                                                                                                                                                      on very same rains.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Close eyes and just feel
                                                                                                                                                                                      joy of their celebration...
                                                                                                                                                                                      early gardeners.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Steam still arises
                                                                                                                                                                                      from my own little garden.
                                                                                                                                                                                      Skies clear, and wind blows.

                                                                                                                                                                                      Plants carry on dance
                                                                                                                                                                                      of just sun, soil, and water.
                                                                                                                                                                                      Continue to grow.

                                                                                                                                                                                      I raise smile to skies
                                                                                                                                                                                      Try to merge with the Old Guys
                                                                                                                                                                                      In praise of the storm.

                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Joy of the smoker
                                                                                                                                                                                        Oak, Pecan, and Hickory.
                                                                                                                                                                                        with pork ribs inside.

                                                                                                                                                                                        Meat rubbed lovingly
                                                                                                                                                                                        Coals tended to soft degree
                                                                                                                                                                                        From bone, meat will slide.

                                                                                                                                                                                        2 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                          Hickory smoke scent
                                                                                                                                                                                          From childhood summer corn roasts
                                                                                                                                                                                          Taking me back home.

                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                            The char upon Maize
                                                                                                                                                                                            Fire, friends, teeth crunching kernels
                                                                                                                                                                                            Butter drips from face.

                                                                                                                                                                                        2. Extra sharp cheddar
                                                                                                                                                                                          Such a heavy block hefted
                                                                                                                                                                                          Brought to the grater.

                                                                                                                                                                                          Tower of sharp steel
                                                                                                                                                                                          with edged pockets protruded
                                                                                                                                                                                          cuts cheese so smoothly.

                                                                                                                                                                                          Soft cheese now rendered
                                                                                                                                                                                          Strands are placed upon omelet
                                                                                                                                                                                          Where slowly dissolve.

                                                                                                                                                                                          1. "All you can eat ribs."
                                                                                                                                                                                            The most vile and most evil
                                                                                                                                                                                            Five words known to Man.

                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Softness of seltzer.
                                                                                                                                                                                              Singing bubbles hit palate
                                                                                                                                                                                              Excitement to nose.

                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Summer evening:

                                                                                                                                                                                                Nighttime has now come.
                                                                                                                                                                                                Sun chariot horizoned
                                                                                                                                                                                                Break from Apollo.

                                                                                                                                                                                                Listen to earth cool.
                                                                                                                                                                                                Embrace song of Cicada.
                                                                                                                                                                                                Good end of good day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                Mint steeped as a tea
                                                                                                                                                                                                In a jar in the sunlight
                                                                                                                                                                                                Now gives me delight.

                                                                                                                                                                                                Honey and lemon
                                                                                                                                                                                                mixed into the ambrosia
                                                                                                                                                                                                Allow drink just right..

                                                                                                                                                                                                Ice clinks, counterpoints
                                                                                                                                                                                                the melody of evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                with which earth does sing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                Just me and my tea
                                                                                                                                                                                                on my piece the planet
                                                                                                                                                                                                All gently comes cool.

                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Heat wave:

                                                                                                                                                                                                  Neighbor made Jello
                                                                                                                                                                                                  Cut cubes to glisten with cold.
                                                                                                                                                                                                  Down glad gullet goes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Heat Wave.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    From cool air to dense ice cubes
                                                                                                                                                                                                    Cools both glass and ass.

                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Still daggum records of heat:

                                                                                                                                                                                                      Birds singing slower now.
                                                                                                                                                                                                      Apollo flips bird quite early
                                                                                                                                                                                                      Notice of day's sun.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      So me and my hose
                                                                                                                                                                                                      placing water, save garden
                                                                                                                                                                                                      Bird flipped back to Apollo

                                                                                                                                                                                                      I water my garden
                                                                                                                                                                                                      hose sprays to all islands
                                                                                                                                                                                                      Apollo debunked.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Here around midnight
                                                                                                                                                                                                        merge with sounds of the night.
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Chair's steel cools my back.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Rarefied silence
                                                                                                                                                                                                        where two pork ribs await me
                                                                                                                                                                                                        glisten in moonlight.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        These ribs are leftover
                                                                                                                                                                                                        from cooking debauchery
                                                                                                                                                                                                        comes with Father's Day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        So me and two ribs
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Somehow thoughts go to Adam
                                                                                                                                                                                                        in this sweet silence.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Naw, won't go Biblical
                                                                                                                                                                                                        When I can go Riblical
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hoist bone and I chew.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Last of the relics
                                                                                                                                                                                                        of a good weekend party
                                                                                                                                                                                                        I now devour.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Deference to Adam
                                                                                                                                                                                                        It just don't get much better
                                                                                                                                                                                                        than leftover ribs

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Porch and its silence
                                                                                                                                                                                                        but the soft sounds of night dance
                                                                                                                                                                                                        add joy to my chew.

                                                                                                                                                                                                        Was a good weekend.
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Is a really good sparerib
                                                                                                                                                                                                        Joy in both swallowed..

                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Gosh let's get out there
                                                                                                                                                                                                          sipping coffee on porch.
                                                                                                                                                                                                          gift of the morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Soft crunch of Green Beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                            Were dangling in garden
                                                                                                                                                                                                            Picked, steamed, and ate them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            They dance through the days
                                                                                                                                                                                                            of the heat of young summer
                                                                                                                                                                                                            building seed, building pod.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            Good crunch comes from each
                                                                                                                                                                                                            both soft seed and the crisp pod.
                                                                                                                                                                                                            Such gift of green bean.

                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. All praise to young taters
                                                                                                                                                                                                              Just forked from my prairie earth
                                                                                                                                                                                                              so rotund you be.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              Praise also to nozzle
                                                                                                                                                                                                              of garden hose rinses them
                                                                                                                                                                                                              spins water in bin.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              These tates will be steamed
                                                                                                                                                                                                              then brought down to al fresco
                                                                                                                                                                                                              and once they are chilled

                                                                                                                                                                                                              They'll get handfulls of Dill
                                                                                                                                                                                                              some dabs freshly made mayo
                                                                                                                                                                                                              and chopped garden onion.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              Sounds like the makin's
                                                                                                                                                                                                              Of a good tater salad
                                                                                                                                                                                                              Verdict to eaters

                                                                                                                                                                                                              4 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                One of the happiest food memories of my life is of eating just dug potatoes at a dear cousin who was a wonderful gardener's house. So utterly delicious. Thanks for bringing that back (the green bean ones resonate too, my dad grew those).
                                                                                                                                                                                                                FoodFuser, the Gerard Manley Hopkins of the 21st century haiku.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  New dug pertaters.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Skin slips yet has awesome grip
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  to soft starches inside.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  No way describe them
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  so supple, so fresh from soil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  One has to imbibe them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Have scent of good dirt
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Spade and I prefer call Earth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  as turned forth the tubers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  More than just eating
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Matches heart with ground beating
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So simple taters.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So simple soil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  What joy in the toil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  To bring food from Earth.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Accent, excitement
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  come from Mayo and Dill
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and fresh chop of onions.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Freshly dug taters
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Ontario aummer day
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Butter salt crown them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Spuds really do rule.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Brought to food stream by Incans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      and now feast Canadians.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tuber much traveled
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      First from cool dirt in the Andes.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Chants from those hillsides.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. Aperched to the fryer
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Fresh Catfish came into my life.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Gift from a Noodler

                                                                                                                                                                                                                Noodlers ply banks
                                                                                                                                                                                                                of recesses in rivers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                and fish with their hands.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                A strange sort of sport
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Where forced forearm meets catfish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                Pulled from the river.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                I heat the oil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                And make up the breading
                                                                                                                                                                                                                when fish headed here.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Dawn signals Miso.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  One dollop stirred into broth.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Soft cubes of Tofu.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Pork steak close to charcoal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Sizzles and sears and crusts fat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Meat remains tender.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    One inch from the coals
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Red hot from pump of bellows
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Makes beautiful meat.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Sun's down and moon rises
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Such a cloudless horizon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      makes want to pick dill.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      What soft wind there is
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      flows with its passage through fronds
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as thumbnail pinches.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Cucumber shredded
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      awaits really cold yogurt
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      and garlic, chopped dill.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Yogurt, cucumber, dill
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      There must be a name for this
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Don't care what it is.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Nameless is timeless
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      and deserves its own status
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as just in my bowl.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      With gaze to the North
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I seek out star Polaris.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Been guide for many.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Spoon dips deep to bowl.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as I raise my eyes upward
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      this balmy evening.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      They were Mariners
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      those who gave name to this dish.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as plied inland seas.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Were Greeks, I believe
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      sailed Mediterranean
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      often in warfare.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tonight with coolness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      One spoonful bathes my hot tongue
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Now name comes to me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tzatziki. Old Greek.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Whether was hoisting of sail
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      deep in the Aegean

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Or me on my swing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      with no sail except moonlight
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      this dish really sings.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Cold leg of chicken
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Skinned then marinated
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Brushed with marinade

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        With heat indirect
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Hot half drives the smoking
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        with pan of pecan.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Loving good basting
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        And lots of good attention
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Legs, indirect heat.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Then loaded to fridge
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Just one day before serving
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Cold bowl, good cold chicken.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. flavorless truffle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          why do you even exist?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          black hole of sorrow

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          6 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: mariacarmen

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            summer truffle not
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            anywhere near as fragrant
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            as fall or winter

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              damn. maybe that was the problem. dammit.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: mariacarmen

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                $10 is nothing compared to what a real one would have cost - they're two distinct fungi.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  they had different sizes, up to $20. what do you mean "real" tho - fall/winter as opposed to summer? or region it came from? (i don't actually know where ours was from."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: mariacarmen

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Real as in winter truffles from the Périgord or somewhere of the sort. Those puppies are eyewateringly expensive.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      it's true. it probably would've been a $50 hunk if it was from the Périgord or Piemonte or something. and it would've been divine!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          2. Imari bowl holds
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            six golden peaches fragrant
                                                                                                                                                                                                                            promising sweet juice

                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Bacon microwaved
                                                                                                                                                                                                                              to dictates of this heat wave.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Bread, 'mater, mayo.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Soft rain came through last night
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and it cooled down the landscape
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Lightening too was soft.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Called for ice bucket
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and some bottles of tonic
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                some crackers and cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Cicadas confused.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                What song should they sing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                with this drastic change?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Deck surely beckoned
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Cooled by this soothing soft rain
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Said "plant your butt down."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Iced bottles rattled
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Snap hiss when I opened one
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Cicadas chorused.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Beautiful balance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                this soft misted evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                begged more observing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Downpour had passed by
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Lightning seven seconds away.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I sat under eaves

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                but scooched out my chair
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                to let the drizzle hit my knees.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                cheese crackers protected.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Cold fronts follow storms
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I let it envelop me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                with mild winds it brought.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Cicadas silent
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                at these shifts in the balance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                in their simple world.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I reach for crackers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                smeared thick with pimento cheese
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Perfect for this night.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Tried to crunch silent
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                so not disturb choirmaster
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                engender chorus.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Wind from the cold front
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                whispered its gentle moving
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                soft gusts, not sustained.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Each pulse sure bathed me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and choirmaster chirped indecisively
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                a few followed lead.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Next tonic water
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I opened more quietly.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Closed mouth upon cracker.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Unusual storm.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Epicenter at distance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                yet scattered drizzle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I sat for an hour
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                admiring the choirmaster,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                the sky, rain, and wind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ran out out tonic
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and pimento cheese crackers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Arose, and went in.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                But that evening is still with me..

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Watermelon, ice.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Spent two days in iced cooler.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Crisp. Seed spittin' good.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Happy July Fourth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    To each and every Chowhound.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    May your steaks be rare.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. I do not think this is my last haiku, but FWIW:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      You gave me such love
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      When I needed food, and life
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      you knew the difference.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Here's one for you, FF, as a palliative to the heat -

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        popsicles ice cream
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        ice cubes sorbet granitas
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        vanquish summer heat

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        4 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Chest freezer, block ice
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Fits in the bathtub real nice.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Blissful immersion.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Cantilevered shelf
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          attached to side of the tub
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          holds frozen ice cream

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Chest freezer gives ice
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Cold bergs in the bathtub
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Crisp frozen chocolate.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The ice cubes await
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Shimmering in the darkness.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Martini time, soon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: BobB

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Niiice. Your tomato one is hot.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. It rained yesterday,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          and maybe again today;
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          can't say that I mind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Still hot as hell though,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          So I think I'll have a Pop-
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Sickle for breakfast.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          3 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: DoobieWah

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Please, Eugene O'Neil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            In this hellish heat tell us
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            That Iceman doth cometh.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              This I swear to thee,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              From B'Gosh to Begorrah
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The Iceman cometh.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: DoobieWah

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Thanks for "Begorrah".
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                It was a new phrase for me.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Guarantees Iceman.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A sixty pound block
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                hefted on apron clad shoulder
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Sufficient for me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                For one day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          2. Morning Fritatta
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Eggs, bacon, onion, Mac 'Cheese
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Leftovers made good.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. A good friend in night:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              the refrigerator light....
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              shows content within.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Softly we dawdle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              And lovingly we fondle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              our special treasures.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Choices, past midnight,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              are based more upon Munchies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              than our best interests.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Yet somehow we find
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              that most perfect item
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              and proceed with the feed.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Illumined by bulb
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              that betrays all our secrets
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              in 20 watt glow.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              But door in the night
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Impels us to fulfillment
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Not closed 'till we're done.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Our secret treasures.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Door of the box keeps them cold.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Such friend of low wattage.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              3 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                This sounds like Part Two
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Is found on another board -
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                (Like Penthouse Dot Com?)!


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. re: DoobieWah

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  No double entendre.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  It is all in the passion
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of power of Fridge light.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Door clicks the switch,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  lights the refrigerator...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Such treasures within.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. Praise to pork belly
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                manifested as bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Crispness of soft strips.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Greeting this morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                there are strips in the oven
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                slowly rendering.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                They shall be supple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                They shall bend with a crispness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                They shall satisfy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Belly gives good grub
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Stacked, turned, in the oven.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Soft slices rendered.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Hard to describe them
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                But Good God I chew them
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Oven baked bacon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Smell the fresh Masa
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  as you press your tortilla
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Hear hit to hot pan.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Heat adds to aroma
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  as it stiffens but stays soft.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Flip, again sizzles.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  If all was so simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  as the freshness of Masa
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  grilled at mid-morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Seared burgers on coals
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Cook quick to sear outside
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Pink in the middle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Hot flames attending
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    when the patty hits hot coals
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    then it's attending.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    This is a matter
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of good judged moderating
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of meat and the heat

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    The buns on the side
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    are charred for mayo slide
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    meat buns come to fruition.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Such softness of eggs
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Cradled in pan and in butter
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      turned over-easy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Approach with a spoon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to take gentle sips to yolks
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      followed by napkins.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Then to albumen.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Yolk sack depleted, consumed.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      But still have the spoon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Clank of the tool steel
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to porcelain breakfast plate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      as whites are encircled

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      All now devoured
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Napkin wipes this experience
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      yolks, whites, from my face.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      But yet there remains
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      an egg-eatin' grin of it.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sheen is internal

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. A single oat flake
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        tasted dry with wet finger...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        good way meet the day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Sun is arising
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        It is now time for breakfast...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        time meet with the oats.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        And as the eggs boil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        firming first their albumen
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        then setting of yolk

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        They lead us on journey
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        of how best set our center
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        this beautiful day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Ridgetop views valley.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Banks of rice paddies descend
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          I tread so softly

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Downhike so tenuous
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Valley views so glorious
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Soil dikes so old.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Descent with the rice.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Down with time took build paddies.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Stroke ancestral rice.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          At base, looking back
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          water, mud, rice, all trickles.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Touch base with real old,

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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Very evocative. I dare you to work the word "polder" into these musings.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Polder. Once, twas land
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              kept by dikes from ocean's dark.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Now, thermometers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. re: BobB

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Bob has opened the dikes to a poetry of puns upon brands, with a good one.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Do I hear a howl from my Wolf stove?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              2. re: buttertart


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Ponder upon polders
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and relation to paddies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                comes down to terraces.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                The polder claims land
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                from the lakes or the oceans.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Dikes keep out the water.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Terraces halt gravity
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                slowing flow of the water
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                allowing the rice.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Both are communal,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and requiring our sculpting
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                whether slopes or wet flatland.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    The best I can tell is of trickle from paddies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    as water went downhill.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Such softening quiet.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Such perch on the ridge.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Such crouch to give calibrate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to all human hands
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    who had patted, developed, these walls.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    It was not just a canter downhill.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    It was passage through mists
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of slow gentle history
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of mud and of water and rice.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            2. With yawn and with stretch
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I give seek daybreak haiku
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              to give form to morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Mind hits upon grits
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              slow coddled kernels of corn
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Well paddled with cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              To go with good grits
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              there must be an egg in that.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Two over easy, please.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Snacking on Snickers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Such good peanuts and caramel
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Good chocolate as well.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Rough wooden chopstcks
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  slide through fresh tofu with grace.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  3 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. re: buttertart

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Thank you, dear Buttertart.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I was so caught in the ecstasy of fresh tofu
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      that chopsticks gave loss
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to completion of verse.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      May I here reconsider?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Here a new haiku:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Half hour warm tofu
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Yields to rough chopsticks
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Glissade to fresh curds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Slicing of prime rib
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    whiff of the sharp knife
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    good platelets descend.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Consider the beauty...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Plate full of mashed re-fried beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Each Pinto own ecstasy.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Brought to the cast iron
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Amidst hot lard and onion
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      With cracked seeds of Cumin.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      "Tis gauntlet, this dish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      of the consequent fartlets.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      But still I chow down.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Beans now ingested
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I feel need to be rested
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      It's time to recline.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Tune Weather Channel
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to see which other places
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      match upcoming wind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Gauntlet of fartlets
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      So well tossed, now ingested
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I snooze in bean breeze.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Layers of muscle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        to be found in the fried thigh
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Good part of chicken.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Peals for the drumsticks
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        or requests for plump fried breasts
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Not diminute me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Chewing on layers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Of those strong muscled thighs
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Be-bests call for breasts.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. First freeze approaches
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          It is Advent for oaties
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          for the breakfast meal.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Standing at frigde door
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            so open, so lightening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            begs us to explore.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            We be so lucky
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            just having refrigerator
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and contents within.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            I stare in the darkness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Lighted by bulb in the fridge
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and reach for a yogurt.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Such gifts at this midnight
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            accorded by fridge.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Day that awaits me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Give stare cubic contents
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              With-held by the fridge.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Such sweet appliance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              So gentle its storage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Somehow speaks to me.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              "What shall it be for thee
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              on this cusp of good morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I'm here just to please."

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Ignoring euphonia
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              of such subtle of statement
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I reached for the cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              It turns out this day
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              is one which to calibrate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              our borrow of cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. We dance with the wolves
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                as we dance with aged cheese
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                firmaments groaning

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                It calls for good eggs,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                the supple power of which
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                will distribute it.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. 'clined to November
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  it brings up, just moniker
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  the Dear Robert Frost.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  His talk upon forests
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  do send me this night
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of his talk upon fences,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  His speak of the trail
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and forks not yet taken
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Give rise to good road.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  It's well to commune
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  With such great poet as him.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  While eating my beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  And chance of good bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  As my thoughts give their lean to
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  communion with Frost.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Arising with eggs
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    is a good way greet morning.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    So gentle they fry.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Sun softly rises.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    With clarity of yellow
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Bematching of ovum.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Were all just so simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    as surety diurnal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    as raising of Sun.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Is cause give to praise
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of orbits of orb
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    and softly fried ovum.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Could one remember
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      or applause to the platter
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      beef that's been braised right?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Midnight needs warming.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Is there chance of becording
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        their needs of this night?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        My own brings deliver
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Of the goodness of cheese
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        and gratis of beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. There's good act in washing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Five pounds of pertaters
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          brought home in a bag.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Brush swept along skin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          the dirt doth descend
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          and settle in sink.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          in this act of their cleansing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          soil dispensing

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Soon boiled they'll be
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          then buttered, and well salted
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Good taters they'll be.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Praise to kabocha
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            small green cousin of pumpkin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            harvested in Fall.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Knife circles stemmed top
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            exposing with lifting: the seeds.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Stands firm but exposed.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Spoon cleans thick middle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            giving place for good stuffing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to which I accede.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Stuffed, steamed, then roasted
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Quintessence of squash.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            With spoons we embrace.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Snacks of the midnight
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              are as simple as pickles
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              crunched sweet with delight.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Lovely kanpachi.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A tiny slab atop rice -
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Firm, rich and briny.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. The Feasting is done.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Grunts of contentment abound.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Surely, Thanksgiving.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Some four hundred years now
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  we gather to celebrate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Bounty of harvest.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Good times to the feast.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of the turkey and pumpkins
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of links to the past.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Three days after Thanksgiving:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Vestige of turkey
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    sweet remnants of cranberry.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Time make last sandwich.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Four days after Thanksgiving.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      The Turkey all gone
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      the cranberries waning.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Time for new sandwich.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      But first one last munch
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      upon, ummm, them cranberries
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      give tartness to soul.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Sound of the drumming
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        of fingers on side of the fridge.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Door fully open.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Fingers keep rhythm
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        to my lack of decision
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        of contents within.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Is just late night snack.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        It calls not for crescendo
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Here sought is diminuendo.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Fingers still rapping
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Comes arrived the decision:
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        I reach for the olives.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Pork loin in oven
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          such succulent of slices
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Loving slow roasted.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Knife gives its own peal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          as the slices dance downward
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Praise juice of the pork.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Upon bread:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Listen to leavening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            as dough gives its arousal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            such staple as bread.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Listen to leavening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            from we bakers with fingers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            beknuckled the bread

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Listen to leavening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            in all tasks that attract us,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            be bread, just be be-ing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            The loft of the loaf
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            is internal determined
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            by our hear of the beast of our yeast.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Such beautiful day.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Sunlight filters to back porch
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Exposing both me

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              And my munch of the Snickers.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              I revel in the sunshine
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              and the fact being busted.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Felony candy bar
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              of peanut and chocolate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              worth time spent in jail.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Might be, all of we,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Have want of an evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              where sun gently flickers

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Wherein its dapple and dance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Gives so strong its exposure
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              to our innermost Snickers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Such sizzle of bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Does deliver good aromas
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                here upon morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Just slice of cured belly
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Neverless romances me
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Curls in the skillet.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Float to aromas.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Let nose waft upon bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                fried upon morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. "ZZZZiiPPP" goes the metal,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  lid of the can of sardines.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  lingers on finger.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  "CRUNCH" go the saltines
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  well meant to accompany
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  good can of fishies.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Left holding the lid,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Even left holding the bag.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Good crunch good fishies.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Twas talk in the past
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of the matter of good loaves
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and meaning of fish.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Centered on sharing,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  not just loaves and our fishes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  but also our selves.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Words spoke in good peace
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  to those gathered on hillside.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  so hungry of mind.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The Zip of sardines
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and the Crunch of the crackers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  all from a hillside.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Was powerful talk
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of the fishes, of sharing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of loaves, and of being.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Gives good dangle of morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Just a strip of peeled bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    belly glistening.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Await good awarming
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Possible be some frying
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Warmth to my morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Thanksgiving oysters / marked down at Kroger today / fried deliciousness

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      2 Replies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. re: AreBe

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Arsters been fried
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        at a markdown of price
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        such a wannabe.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. re: AreBe

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Giving the breading
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          to those seasonal bivalves
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          indeed be blessing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Now shimmer hot oil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          in the bathe of them oysters
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          intended for dressing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Such silk on the inside
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Such crunch on the outside
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Them be good oysters.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        2. Wakened by thunder
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          from that somewhere down under
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          such Wind and such Roar.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Just a reflection
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of good work of intestines
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          to di-gest those beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          We seek not the flatulence
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          but we sure love our legumes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Such staple, such goodness.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          This wind of the night
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          doth seldom awaken us,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          but on times when it does...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          We re-adjust blankets
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          and give a slumbering smile
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          to benefits of beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. These evenings of Fall
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            bring clarity of crispness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to love of the gourds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Rotund the Pumpkin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            baked to the sweetness of pies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            that we so relish.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Slender the Butternut
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            with its chunks so well broiled
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            or softened as soup.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            It's season of praise
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            for the goodness of squashes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            the goodness of gourds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            My mind travels back
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            through the line of the growers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            who gave us the gourds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            See them besquatted
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            On their muscular haunches
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            while tending of gourd.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            There's role to be had
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            In the keeping of squashes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and growing of gourds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            And pictures of men
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            squatted hard on their haunches
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Gentle keepers of gourds.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Morning so quiet
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Seeking the coolness of breeze.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Thus door be ajar.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The heating of pan
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              for the make of the bacon
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              gives welcome to Fall.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Bliss of the breakfast
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              that is shorn from the Autumn
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              as do dance with leaves.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. So great the pleasure
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                of a slice of good cheddar
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and also of apple.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                One for its aging,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                other for youth, for crispness.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                So good a menage.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Glad that we dapple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                with such fruit as the apple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and pieces of cheese.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Good grate of cabbage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and the hint of good onion
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  makes for good slaw.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Standing and sniffing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  in very waft of them both
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  gives a good hanker.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So simple the grate
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of enfolded the cabbage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  requires just our strokes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Onion needs peeling.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Laying of sharp knife to skin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Layers revealing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  In search for our slaw
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Might we always keep good mind
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of simplicity

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  It is of cabbage.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  It has hints of the onion.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  But be it just slaw.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Accord to the simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of cabbage and onions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Good pause for the slaw.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Tis time of the Daikons
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    pulled afresh from the fields
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to dangle from rafters.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Drape well the landscape
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    picture of rural Japan
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Concert of season.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    So slowly they dry
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    while hang in coolness of wind
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    with chime so sublime.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Destined for pickles
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    these kings of the radishes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    now swing in sunshine.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Will give a good crunch
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to every bite of the rice
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    and somehow entickle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Thus hang the daikons
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    from rafters, upon ages...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    gift be the pickle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Deep felt the drumbeats
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      lead us to food fed from hearth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      constance of rhythm.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Deep strike of stick
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      upon hollow of drumlog
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      that drives us to supper.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sweet be the tenor
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      of good call to our dinner
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      when issued by log.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Soft tread in the night
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        to the pleasures of kitchen,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        munchies a mission.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Such a soft silence
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        of my hunger in balance
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        as crept to the fridge.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Stalk to that Mammoth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        with such whir of its wattage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        always entrances.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Rich the aroma
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of leaves, that fell from the trees,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          now grounded and wetted.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          The chill and the moist
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of this wonderful morning,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          leads mind to warm.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          In match the simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of arrival such morning,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          soup will be Miso.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          A spoonful to bowl,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          then water, then sent to the bathe
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of warm microwave.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          To sup upon soup,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          these most gentle of mornings,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          has own kind of warming.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          So simple the broth,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Miso matches this morning,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Day welcomes our sup.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Man scratches his back,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Gives good adjustment to spine
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Now stands relaxed,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            To wave and to waft
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of aromas and paintment
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            beheld by the fridge.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            There in the glowness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of such lowness of wattage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            as claims the fridge bulb

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Stands styro container
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of simply a gift of dozen,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            laid well, by chickens.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Moment decision.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Pan is perched in the left hand
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Vision fixed to the fridge,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Yes, it be morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Salutation of chickens,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            In fry of their eggs.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Single slice of good Ham
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              gives foundation to sandwich
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              not yet assembled,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Considering first
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              just its beauty as glistens
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              as gift from the hog.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Travel of femur
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              journey of thigh of the Pig
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              shimmers presented.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Buns are well chosen
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              for purpose of encasement
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              of shimmer of Ham.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Be it arrangement
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              or be more an arraignment
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              in sandwich of Ham?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. So cold blow the winds
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Deep here in depth of December
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                It simply be cold.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                But what of a dish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                that would give a good prancement
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                give balance cold winds?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                As often, the answer,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                comes of the goodness of soup
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                built strong these cold days.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                With spoon and with sip,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Winds give of cold and of howl
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Still suckle my soup.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Be there a beauty
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                of such of the contrasts behad
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                of winds early winter

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                While stoutness of house
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                has the warmth and the freedom
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                allows me suck soup.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Answer of question
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  of dinner this evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  simple as burger.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Will visit the place
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  where man astrides to his fryer
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  as chef earned his pride.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Bemixes with beef
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  best our local pork sausage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  hunks of six ounces

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Grilled upon flat-top
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Seared crust, soft of middle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Perfect a burger.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Then hand to fryer
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  gives dip of the basket
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  freshly shorn taters.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Such burgers and fries
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  have accord to the heavens
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So well earned his pride.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1 Reply
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. re: FoodFuser

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Man astride burger
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Did so surely deliver
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    that of my order.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Bun of such softness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Gave wrap to treat of good meat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    and the condiments.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    And also the fries
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    in their crispness of glisten
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to both mouth and eyes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Is good to know man
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    with such goodness of burger
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    both sausage and beef.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Keeper of kindle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of good fries and good burgers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Good know such a man.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  2. Seated at counter
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    where both wife and the husband
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    offer their ramen.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    So simple a shop
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    On simple an avenue
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Good place of ramen.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    As often Japan
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    They live on the second floor
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    with business below.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    She was the maker
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of such exquisite noodles
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    carving with skill.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    He was the keeper
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of simmer of such good broth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    made daily from bones.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    There was harmony
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    As they labored together
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    to give good ramen.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Most gentle of place
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    where have ever I eaten...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    slurp upon noodles.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Burrito, High Noon.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Simplicity of travel
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to Taco truck.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      There be dispenser
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      of both beef and the beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      good fold burrito.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Deep into evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        comes there a need of good snack.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Now sated, soon sleeping.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Special the nestle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Warm burrito in hand
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Joy of ingestion.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Green be the scallions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            surrender of knife
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to their circles.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            There be gentle of hints
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of aromas of onions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            had from their slices.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            But only in ice
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Do they give full their unfurl
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            aromas and curls.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Such be the scallions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            with the balance of brushes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Just knife slid to stem.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            And ice.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Grey skies December
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              so cold, even bones shiver,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              but yet there be soup.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. The breaking of fast
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                of no eating since evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                gives name to Breakfast.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Time to fill belly
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                and attune to the morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                that be the Break Fast.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Peeler, cucumber,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Soft the sound of their meeting
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  upon scraping.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Glistens the peeled log
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  also a glisten to skins
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  and glisten to day.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Cold clouds many days
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Yet now shaft of some moonlight
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Time for chocolate.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Some mornings need soft.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Simmer of tofu and broth.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Such silk to the throat.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Movement of evening
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Downing of Sun from day's sky
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Augments our rhythm

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Of spoon to the pot
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Of the meter of stirring
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Sun to horizon.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Such be the cadence
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        all of rhythms diurnal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        as even to beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Upon coffee.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Such glisten of beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Traveled afar from the pickers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Now just rest in bag.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Of coffee and all
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Celebrate growers and pickers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          They be providers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Now move those good beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          to the blade of the grinder
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          whirl to the morning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Then to so simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of the heating of water
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          that trickles through them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Beverage of morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          affords us good warming
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          sups to our cups.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Yet linger question
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          of there be other trickles
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          give such of warming?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Growers, Pickers?
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Or perchance of the simple
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          just being Givers?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          My face full to mug
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          on such wonderful morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          yet ponder questions.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. Crispness of peppers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Depth taste of tomatoes
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Grown upon summer.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Good we seek seasons
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of the bounty provided
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            both crispness and taste.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Good can of peaches
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Offer the great benefits
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              fruit in December.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. Mid-winter morning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                requires soup of good warming...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                broth miso and beans.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Some soft boiled eggs
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  make so supple a breakfast.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  White contrasts with Yolk.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Not just their colors,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Their colloidal suspension,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Different textures.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Travels through Ovums
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  are delightful in deed...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  So many spectrums.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. First month of year
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Night sky so beautiful
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    January has vanished

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Yet scroll of the skies
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Be bit incremental
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Night folds to night.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Is there good rhyme
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    In cascade these good evenings
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    suckled from sky?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Teats twinkle in stars.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Such firm grandeur to choose from...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Which star to nuzzle...

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Night sky brought so forth
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    In hand, my suckle of broth,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    panoply of skies.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    1. Soft rain to prairie drought.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Falls gently from clouded sky
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Soil weeped does now seep.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Fissures, faced to rain,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      seek now the good moisture
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      'Pon wheat growing Plain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Our bread comes from wheat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      rooted deep in the soil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Doth rain provide grain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Gentle the moment
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Filled with bushels of portent
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      goodness of rain.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I move my chair
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to take those droplets above
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to body and face

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Sweet dampened the soil
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      for Springtime harvest of wheat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      Thus rain and the bread.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      1. Tree buds awaken
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        as do the dandelions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Season harbingers.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        1. Hefting fresh catfish.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          Dawns tomorrow Ceviche
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          with soft sublime Lime.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          1. An ode to the crusted onion burger,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            a great magnum opus of central Oklahoma:

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Strong man at the grill
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Grip to heavy spatula
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Works onions and meat.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            He moves left to right
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            with each incoming order
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Pacing his spacing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            The grill must stay hot
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to give crust to the onions,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            which dance song their own.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Now time for the meat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            A third pound of beef, as ball,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            slammed hard to onions.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Spatula flattens
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            sphere to flat patty, forcefully,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            embeds to onions.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Bed of more onions
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Scattered with skill on the top
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Steam rising meets them.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            He preps up the bun
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            with a quick schmear of butter
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            gauging the timing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Time to flip burger
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to give crust to the top side...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            The spatula pings.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            The patty is placed
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            in fresh lane on his flat-top,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            hot sound of sizzle.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Buns now to browning
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Both face down in the old lane...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Might render good scrapes.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Cook's moment of rest
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            yet still hard calibration
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to the best browning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Top bun is scooped up
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and centered atop the patty...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            browned bread now meets steam.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Bottom bun plated
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            waiting for placement of patty
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            soon wet from drippings.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Now spatula gentle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            in the patty removal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            as joins bottom bun.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Diner astounded
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to such beauty made for him...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            peels the top bun....

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Revealing layers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            of crusted browned excellence...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Hail, Onion Burger.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Cook gives a moment
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            to rest spatula to shoulder
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            and gives his perusal,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Eyes meet 'tween the two
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            As the diner hefts burger...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            quick nods and quick smiles.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            That might be the way
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            all food encounters could be,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            with some type of smile?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            1. Sheen glistens from Wok.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Memories, good charred moments.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Oil has curl, nascent smoke.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              All things assembled,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              As the vegetables go first
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              resounds as chorus.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              High heat is building
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Curved spatula is dancing,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              also is ringing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Veggies to vessel
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              in accord to their needing
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Done browned, but yet crisp.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Naked Wok smolders,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Awaiting moment of Meat
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Hot steel surrenders.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Meat by the handfull
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Cascades past clasp of firm fingers
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Wok now full symphony.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              In seek of both char,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              and interior rawness
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Flame, paddle, do dances.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              The meat now to plate,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              a short rest, before return.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Now to the saucing.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Arrowroot powder
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              In a slurry with water,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Congeals, firm power.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Now all reassembled
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              to ingest, as we gestate,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Wok's work on our plate.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              1. So soft snipped the sage
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                scattered to beautiful pork
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                begging for oven.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Onions and garlic
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Coarse pepper, fractured cumin
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                And pinch of good salt.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                A separate pot
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                for baking the pinto beans
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                All yield ascendance.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                1. Four a.m. sushi
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Yet, persona non grata
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Tsukiji market

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  1. Red clam sauce so nice
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    lonely for pasta noodles
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I can taste both now