Mushroom Tales
Mushrooms push up their caps
in a cow meadow.
The bovine dung adds that umami taste,
it's the Glutamate, that relishes and beguiles.
The cows don't eat the button mushrooms,
but as they graze, they may scoop some
into their contently chewing mouths.
I think these thoughts in a steak restaurant,
while adding Worcestershire sauce to my oxtail soup.
Mushroom will be arriving on this white linen
tablecloth
soon.
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