Having spent most of the month endlessly recovering from what my doctor called a “quiet” case of pneumonia (everyone’s a poet these days) I find myself longing for all the foods I am restricted from eating. That, in turn, makes me think about recipes which have a rhythm of their own at times. And then I stumble across an article in the newspaper featuring some nonsense recipes. And so, a tribute.
for Edward of Holloway
First
Find the circumference
Of one golden Kumquat
Cored
Gored
And tossed in a potDetermine
An Anglerfish’s degree
Plucked fresh from the Sea
Sliced
Diced
Sauted until hotNext
A measure of Music
Boiled up with a flourish
Brash
Rash
Performed at a trotThen
A quartful of quarters
Poached from Four-flushers
Stacked
Packed
Set fire to the lotLast
Add the Palm of one Heart
Unbroken, unblue
Caressed
A-dressed
And free of all clotWhen you find your nerves shot
Rattled
Embattled
Once the mixture congeals
You’ll find it will yield
One Lear
Sort of a recipe, kind of an homage, at least the nonsense part makes, er, sense.
Poetry Friday, unlike any other friday because of its poetriness, this week being rounded up over at Hey, Jim Hill! If you haven’t come her from there, then go there from here!
Nicely done. Hope you’re feeling better.
thanks, jim. i’m having more better moments than bad these days, so well on the mend (he says knocking formica).
Hmmm… I’m not sure I’d show up if that was served for dinner.
ah, but the thing is, you’d still be curious, no?
What oven temperature would you recommend?
brillig
Oh, recipe form! My favorite :). Love the word play and surprises. Feel better!
any recommendation on spices?
Yum! Or at least yum-ish! Or maybe not yum at all. Uh, one of those.
Endlessly recovering, eh? Hope your recovery winds up not being entirely endless.
we’ll call it food for thought. that’s generally palatable.
Everyone’s a poet, indeed. :) Wishing you well (instead of “rattled embattled,” words which I love a whole lot more than the mental and or physical state)
Hope your cute nonsense recipe was food for your soul and aching joints (errr, i assume its aching joints, seeing that youre sick and all). Feel better soon!
I keep coming back to:
Find the circumference
Of one golden Kumquat
Cored
Gored
And tossed in a pot
…this recipe has had a dash of Calvin Trillin tossed in at some stage. Loved it!
Can’t wait to hear about the side dishes you’ll serve with it. And the dessert! Actually, never mind the side dishes — just dessert. That’s all I want.