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mollyanne

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I'll bet there are some foodies here who are not only talented cooks but also talented poets. Try posting a Recipe Poem here that you do yourself or someone else has done that you particularly admire. Or just something foodie-ish that rhymes.

Eventually, I'll try to write a poem myself but for starters let me post some that are good so you'll see what I mean and get inspired:

Breakfast Dish

Cut smoothly from a wheaten loaf
Ten slices, good and true,
And brown them nicely, o'er the coals,
As you for toast would do.

Prepare a pint of thickened milk,
Some cod-fish shredded small;
And have on hand six hard-boiled eggs,
Just right to slice withal.

Moisten two pieces of the bread,
And lay them in a dish,
Upon them slice a hard-boiled egg,
Then scatter o'er with fish.

And for a seasoning you will need
Of pepper just one shake,
Then spread above the milky juice,
And this one layer make.

And thus, five times, bread, fish and egg,
Or bread and egg and fish,
Then place one egg upon the top,
To crown this breakfast dish.

~ social activist Elizabeth Cady Stanton (1815-1902)


Salad Dressing

Two boiled potatoes strained through a kitchen sieve,
Softness and smoothness to the salad give;
Of mordant mustard take a single spoon,
Distrust the condiment that bites too soon!
Yet deem it not, thou man of taste, a fault
To add a double quantity of salt.
Four times the spoon with oil of Lucca crown,
And twice with vinegar procured from town;
True taste requires it and your poet begs
The pounded yellow of two well-boiled eggs.
Let onion's atoms lurk within the bowl
And, scarce suspected, animate the whole,
And lastly in the flavoured compound toss
A magic spoonful of anchovy sauce.
Oh, great and glorious! Oh, herbaceous meat!
'Twould tempt the dying Anchorite to eat,
Back to the world he'd turn his weary soul
And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl.

~ Sydney Smith (19th century)


Peas with Honey

I always eat my peas with honey;
I've done it all my life.
They do taste kind of funny but
It keeps them on my knife.

~anonymous


A Bear in There

There's a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire--
He likes it 'cause it's cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He's nibbling the noodles,
He's munching the rice,
He's slurping the soda,
He's licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he's in there--
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.

~ Shel Silverstein


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There was a young lady called Kate
Whose eyes with delight will dilate
Whenever she sees
Butterflies on the breeze
Or a portion of Sainsbury's pâté.

~ MichaelBulley
 
There once was a cook we call "kades"
I cook all the recipes she's made
She's a Chef Extraordinaire
with such culinary flair
That if my waistline expands I won't care ;)

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Let's not forget the at time favorite at the dinner table when I was a kid.

Beans, beans, they're good for your heart.
The more you eat, the more you fart.
The more you fart, the better you feel.
Now it's time for another meal.
 
Piggy by William Cole

For breakfast I had ice cream,
with pickles sliced up in it;
For lunch, some greasy pork chops,
gobbled in a minute;
Dinner? Clams and orange pop,
and liverwurst, slicked thick...
And now, opps! Oh pardon me!
I'm going to be sick!
 
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