Poetry of joy of the foods we eat.
Time for pure joy of all we are eating.
Expressed with a metric and rhythm
and maybe a rhyme.
No rules on the discourse
except it feel deeply
that it is a poem.
Mine now on handfull of carrots and radishes
as I chomp through
give praise to good teeth.
Garden good guide
of no need for no dentures.
Leaves of the radishes
Larger leaves flow from carrots
collected on morning
in seek of good crunch.
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Love love love this, FF. Now you have me thinking. I must needs write an ode (or read yours, even) to the gustatory and aesthetic beauty of a ripe tomato......that burst, when you bite in; the flavor, the richness that's almost umami.....little crunchies from salt. Yeah, baby. Best foodie porn evah!
Awakened tonight by husband snoring and cat circus right outside the closed bedroom door.
Opening fridge door, with bounty within
Crock of pimiento cheese, brought to room temp in the microwave
Sesame Rounds, crunchy rounds with toasted bursting pod of sesame
And diet cherry pepsi.
Any Californian who eats PC before dawn needs to check out these threads, pumped by real Southerners, about Pimento Cheese.
But keep mind, this Okie, who was raised in the Delta, holds to the Unity of the powerful Trinity of the three sacred P's:
Pepperidge Farm Bread
Pepsi Cola, ice cold.
I'll suppose Californians can get away with Cherry embedded in their Pepsi.
Ain't quite Southern Kosher
but sounds it got job done.
Dip your spoon in those two threads if you like good Pimento.
Tuna from can, exfoliated with fork.
tines to the bowl give feel of good thunder
Mayo from jar,
As pickle relish
Simplest rendition of a good tuna sandwich.
Also gave add of flakes of dried onions
and just a teaspoon of mashed potato flakes
Try it. Might like it.
Final outcome hinges on bread.