Hungry Poet

The old iron fry pan Sealed and tempered So many times Melts the butter and olive oil Until the entire bottom Is bubbling almost smoking The onions and shallots Cut and diced to tiniest of cubes Dance and caramel as the wooden spoon swirls Flakes of garlic and ginger into the mix Just before it smokes again cubes of chopped potato Mixed with zucchini and yam Bring the mix down to working temperature Minutes later the pan is emptied into a dough prepped pie plate Covered with three cheeses A cup of chopped ham and three slices of pineapple Some oven time later It’s Potato Pie (So how's your dream chloresterol, countess)