100 Food poems

Velvet fruit, exquisite square I hold up to sniff between finger and thumb - how you numb me with your rich attentions! If I don't eat you quickly, you'll melt in my palm. Pleasure seeker, if i let you you'd liquefy everywhere. Knotted smoke, dark punch of earth and night and leaf, for a taste of you any woman would gladly crumble to ruin. Enough chatter: I am ready to fall in love!

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Butter, like love, seems common enough yet has so many imitators. I held a brick of it, heavy and cool, and glimpsed what seemed like skin beneath a corner of its wrap; the décolletage revealed a most attractive fat! And most refined. Not milk, not cream, not even crème de la crème . It was a delicacy which assured me that bliss follows agitation, that even pasture daisies through the alchemy of four stomachs may grace a king's table. We have a yellow bowl near the toaster where summer's butter grows soft and sentimental. We love it better for its weeping, its nostalgia for buckets and churns and deep stone wells, for the press of a wooden butter mold shaped like a swollen heart.

Here, With my beer I sit, While golden moments flit: Alas! They pass Unheeded by: And, as they fly, I, Being dry, Sit, idly sipping here My beer. O, finer far Than fame, or riches, are The graceful smoke-wreaths of this free cigar! Why Should I Weep, wail, or sigh? What if luck has passed me by? What if my hopes are dead,— My pleasures fled? Have I not still My fill Of right good cheer,— Cigars and beer? Go, whining youth, Forsooth! Go, weep and wail, Sigh and grow pale, Weave melancholy rhymes On the old times, Whose joys like shadowy ghosts appear,— But leave me to my beer! Gold is dross,— Love is loss,— So, if I gulp my sorrows down, Or see them drown In foamy draughts of old nut-brown, Then do I wear the crown, Without the cross!

Loaf after loaf, in several sizes, and never does it not look fresh, as though its insides weren’t moist or warm crust not the kind that spices a room with the plump aroma of toast. Found on the table; among shadows next to the kitchen phone; dispatched FedEx (without return address, though). Someone, possibly more than one person, loves me. Well then, who? Amazing that bread should be so weightless, down-light when handled, as a me dying to taste it takes a slice. Which lasts just long enough to reach my mouth, but then, at the first bite, Nothing! Nothing but air, thin air .... Oh. One more loaf of wonderbread, only a pun for bread, seductive visually, but you could starve. Get rid of it, throw it in the river— Beyond which, grain fields. Future food for the just and the unjust, those who love, and do not love.

Roaring roast cake with bean base spareribs for me, carottes é touff é es medium rare, I like them a tad undercooked, still red with sap, tea leaves in olive oil, strawberry sushi flummoxed to the point of deliquescence, or better still, freshly picked cucumber rolls to match the lettuce steak, mesquite broiled to a crunchy andante, with all organic granola salsa, nuts nutritious to the max, and then of course the soypork casserole with legs of boletus, and tofu chops on a platter of tomato paste base salmon with a sprinkling of beet juice droplets, all served with a rich broccoli broth.

Cabbages, beans and bell peppers vie for the glossy centerfold of Nature's Hand where this month the vulgar Hubbard squash reclines with succotash of questionable origin. I've grown to prize passivity; I've learned the word "vegetable" comes from Medieval Latin— vegetabilis , and vegetare which means "to animate, to grow," though I can think of half a dozen ways to squander an afternoon as Destry Rides Again , Dietrich and Stewart... and my doctor friend Lenny who calls to tell me that broccoli has a nervous system, that it suffers when you pick it. If form follows function, it stands to reason that pain is the fate of all "brainy" things— cauliflower, coral and raspberry clumps, the florets that sizzle in my spiced tahini. I've heard potatoes described as "thuggy and plotless," but never "aristocratic" as it says on page seven's "The Stately Spud," where tubers possess an enviable pedigree, popular back to 4000 b.c. when Incas made urns in the shape of russets— long reds, round reds and Yukon Golds, best for sautéing, excellent in frittatas. Don't get me wrong. I'm all for ambition, but some days I'd rather steep in my own kettle. Give me chamomile, cowboys, cornelian cherries. Let me sink, once again, into purposeless sleep.

Tomato pies are what we called them, those days, before Pizza came in, at my Grandmother’s restaurant, in Trenton New Jersey. My grandfather is rolling meatballs in the back. He studied to be a priest in Sicily but saved his sister Maggie from marrying a bad guy by coming to America. Uncle Joey is rolling dough and spooning sauce. Uncle Joey, is always scrubbed clean, sobered up, in a white starched shirt, after cops delivered him home just hours before. The waitresses are helping themselves to handfuls of cash out of the drawer, playing the numbers with Moon Mullin and Shad, sent in from Broad Street. 1942, tomato pies with cheese, 25 cents. With anchovies, large, 50 cents. A whole dinner is 60 cents (before 6 pm). How the soldiers, bussed in from Fort Dix, would stand outside all the way down Warren Street, waiting for this new taste treat, young guys in uniform, lined up and laughing, learning Italian, before being shipped out to fight the last great war.

A violent luck and a whole sample and even then quiet. Water is squeezing, water is almost squeezing on lard. Water, water is a mountain and it is selected and it is so practical that there is no use in money. A mind under is exact and so it is necessary to have a mouth and eye glasses. A question of sudden rises and more time than awfulness is so easy and shady. There is precisely that noise. A peck a small piece not privately overseen, not at all not a slice, not at all crestfallen and open, not at all mounting and chaining and evenly surpassing, all the bidding comes to tea. A separation is not tightly in worsted and sauce, it is so kept well and sectionally. Put it in the stew, put it to shame. A little slight shadow and a solid fine furnace. The teasing is tender and trying and thoughtful. The line which sets sprinkling to be a remedy is beside the best cold. A puzzle, a monster puzzle, a heavy choking, a neglected Tuesday. Wet crossing and a likeness, any likeness, a likeness has blisters, it has that and teeth, it has the staggering blindly and a little green, any little green is ordinary. One, two and one, two, nine, second and five and that. A blaze, a search in between, a cow, only any wet place, only this tune. Cut a gas jet uglier and then pierce pierce in between the next and negligence. Choose the rate to pay and pet pet very much. A collection of all around, a signal poison, a lack of languor and more hurts at ease. A white bird, a colored mine, a mixed orange, a dog. Cuddling comes in continuing a change. A piece of separate outstanding rushing is so blind with open delicacy. A canoe is orderly. A period is solemn. A cow is accepted. A nice old chain is widening, it is absent, it is laid by.

Tarrargon, are you a wild boar? My friend, lemon zest, has not been that Thyme, Cognac,falooda glass noodle These things prowl the night without cape Gooseberries or bacalao Tarragon, are you a wild boar? Each time I eat you, I stop breathing Little owl, where is your happiness? Wake up + make people believe In you, gastrique + steaklette Is that chive embarrassed? To be with the savoy cabbage? Tarragon, are you a wild boar? I was born female, hyper-focused Let me trim your skirt, halibut It’s dragging salt against my oregano Buttered by butter in no butter Tarragon, are you a wild boar? It’s too bad the caper isn’t wearing A cape when the Peruvian potatoes Are sitting on a bed of coals while Floating down a river coconut On the verge of falling off A truffle, which is a Shadow floating inside of a shadow