Monday, September 27, 2010


I can only conclude
That no matter the food,
It's a little bit rude
To serve something poo-hued.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Goodbye to Breakfast

Goodbye to Breakfast,
To lovely warm bread crust,
To coffee enjoyed to the dregs;

AdiĆ³s a muchas cosas,
Aux terrines et mimosas,
And, of all nationalities, eggs.

Oh, eggs! Poached and boiled,
Coddled, baked, fried, and oiled,
Universal, sustaining, and quick;

Slow enough, though, to savor,
I recall with a quaver.
With slight sorrow, my lips do I lick...

My brief moment of mourning
For the meal of the morning
Now displaced by a need to sleep in.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

On Cooking for a Commune

Well, measuring quantity's never a cinch--
Just what is a dash or a smidge or a pinch?
Trade ounces for gallons, swap teaspoon for cup,
And generally bulk that ol' portion size up.
...Also, doing the dishes sucks.