Best Culinary Poems
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
The Mission in Milton Creek, I’ve acquisitioned
Converted into the town’s culinary mecca
Aptly designed and scenically positioned
Inspired from ancient recipes revived Azteca
An enchanting bistro tastes of old Mexicana
To lift spirits, share and warm the hearts
Paintings by Frida Kahlo the valiant Chicana
Every Sunday, an Institute of Culinary Arts
Christened ~ Saint Milt's in his memory
On the adobe walls his poems will be hung
Milt will live on here with love and glory
Mariachi folksong praises shall be sung
Welcome to St. Milt's Culinary Mission
All right you stupid ornery little egg
This has gone JUST about far enough
I order you to peel this very second!
Why? Could you just tell me why?
After all I did for you too
Placed you carefully in cold water
(Along with seven of your little buddies)
Turned the heat on ever so gently
Added a a half cup of vinegar
Bought you to a nice healthy boil
Let you have a good soak for 20 minutes
Ran soothing, cool water over you
Cracked your little booty open SO gently
And what, What do I get in return?
A whole lotta heartache that's what!
Well how does THIS feel ya little...
How's it feel to be SMashed on-the-FLOOR
And GRound into the TILE with my heel and...
No wait! Did I? Oh no I didn't do...
It was an accident I swear to GOD it was!
I get these weird muscle spasms ya know?
Does this mean no deviled eggs today?
I'm devastated and TOTALLY crushed
And it’s obvious that you are too
Hope this doesn’t get back to your mom...
Creator robot burger
Fad or future?
Cooking is my hobby-it is the greatest pleasure of my life.
Besides, no weapon is as useful as a ladle or chopping knife,
I dream of cooking in my sleep, of cooking, when I awake,
I dream of rustling up a creamy mousse, or a chocolate cake.
I bet a seasoned magician cannot perform a better trick,
As fantastic and mind-blowing, though I admit, not as quick!
I’m very confident of making your mouth abashedly dribble--
You’ll agree I’m sure----there’s no plausible reason to quibble!
If you taste the delicacies, your craving will grow and grow.
You’ll lick your lips and fingers too, still wanting more and more,
By just adding a nondescript herb, or sprinkling a spices few,
You can have an exotic Stroganoff, from an innocuous stew.
It is difficult to comprehend the fine intricacies of cooking;
How the Meat Balls become Patties is beyond reckoning,
Steamed Momos and Dumplings are virtually the very same,
A modest Biscuit and a Cookie are only different in name.
As “through the stomach is the way to a man’s heart”,
To win over my much-loved Man, cooking I had to start.
But my culinary expertise did not stand me in good stead,
For Alas, my Man is no more—long since gone and dead!
Tea for two, for me, for you
Buckwheats for three, you, and you, and me
Huckleberries for four, that's what we adore
Spring rolls for five make us feel alive
Chalupas for six, served on heated bricks
Matzo balls for seven without a bit of levin
Piroshki for eight and won't we all feel great
Potato cakes for nine, that's such a lot to dine
Apple pie for ten then start over again
Frittata for one and now I'm finally done.
Stirring and mixing ingredients with, sweet smelling herbs.
The culinary art form; a favorite of many people.
Succulent perfume fills the kitchen; dinner will soon be served.
“Hello, my name is Lewis, can I order a coke,
Garlic bread with two large pizzas to go.
Extra mozzarella cheese, a few basil leaves
On the finest hand- kneaded pure dough.”
I love the garlic, the beautiful mushrooms,
Oregano, anchovies, and tomato.
Spread ad hoc all over the thin crust,
An edible Starry Nights by Van Gough.
Margherita pizzas made with fresh, non- processed things,
With love and a heart that’s so real.
Make me blissful and satisfied, and healthy and content,
A happy kind of feeling of surreal.
All the delivery options: Supreme, Meat lovers,
Mexican, Pepperoni, and a Veggie Sensation.
I love each one, could eat each all day long,
Completely nourishing my thoughts of starvation.
So a big “thank you”, to the people from Italy,
For inventing such a huge meal with those flavors.
A super, mega, healthy dish, so colorful and vibrant,
Your chefs are our global culinary saviours.
I love to eat; and I always wanted to learn how to cook
But mama said I wasn’t capable yet
She would always let my little sister stay in the kitchen and watch her make Sunday
dinner
I guarantee you if mama let me do that, I’d be the best cook you bet
My sister was seven and I was nine
And for some reason my mother thought females were more efficient in house labor and
cooking
But that doesn’t apply to me because I have a passion for making food and comestibles
And if I don’t become a good chef, I might end up in central bookings
So I called my aunt to see if she can teach me and she was so happy
Every Saturday, she would pick me up, put on my apron and teach me dish from dish
After she taught me everything, one day I snuck and made my way into mama’s kitchen
I decided to cook a six-cheesed lasagna and smothered teriyaki fish
Suddenly, the light flicked on and off
I turned around and saw mama there with her belt
As I trembled, she walked up to the stove and tried a piece of meat
And when she smiled and licked her fingers, I knew how proud she really felt
I felt proud that I was able to stand up for myself
And when mama had me cook on Thanksgiving I felt even better
As I built up my arrogance I went to my sister and said…..
Anything you can cook, I can cook even better
Sambal Bawang
air liurku, diamlah.
Nasi mari datanglah dengan hangat
Air liurku, tunggulah
Tempe digoreng hampir gosong
Nasiku buat penuh dalam piring ditanak lunak
Kemudian ,
Inilah sambel bawang,
3 cabe rawit
Secuil bawang putih.
Sedikit gula merah dan asam jawa ?
Itu jika kamu suka
Digerus , jangan lupa garam
Secukupnya
Teteskan setetea minya sayur bekas tempe
Yang berjelaga
Air liurku,,
Sabarlah.
Dwijoko h 1:30 / 30.10.2018
in english
Onion Sauce
my saliva, shut up.
Rice, let's come warmly
My saliva, wait
The fried tempeh was almost burnt
My taste is full in soft-cooked dishes
Then,
This is the onion sauce,
3 cayenne pepper
A piece of garlic.
A little brown sugar and tamarind?
That's if you like it
Digerus, don't forget salt
Sufficiently
Drop the set of tempeh vegetable oil
The one with the darkness
My saliva ,,
Be patient.
Dwijoko h 1:30 / 30.10.2018
The water fluttered under the glass boiling in envy of itself
Marching to the sleek inner coating along the candid sphere like a band of drums ready for war
bubbling in heavy camaraderie the steam spoke a final thought and charged on into the night
"why cant I always bubble with such dignity"
Hot chili peppers are so cold to the unknowing, red suit and all buttoned up for the battle to come
Like a solider awaiting his shining moment on the front line
they make their mark by the way they stand so still,
Still like the nutcracker who comes to life only when awoke by the cheffly magician
Like a dream they are waiting for magic to awaken their slumber
As the night rumbles on under the black pot handle
great snowy mountain rests its head it never rests
And then as best it can hot water takes a stand to be noticed
And the cool touch of my mixing bowl greets me
a sprinkling of browned sugar today
A nose of cinnamon to the taste
clear glasses all in a row
tumblers are tumbling across the floor on my toe
My kitchen dances along the symphony's beat
A sugar plum masterpiece of squash, steam, and meat
And my fork waltzes to the tunes it plays like a string instrument to the waltzing flowers floating their way downstream
I spill the spaghetti onto my shoe and the squash laughs a little
I sing to the waters tune and the flowers smile a little
A little more into the water I boil my egg friend and rinse him good
I am interested in what you have to say to me tomorrow
Rambling on to myself I am slightly dripping with sparkle and glee
My ballet of baking completes its final scene
I am scored from the day and seek pillows therapy
Turning down the lights I fear for the moment in my mind when I remember all their might be missed in my kitchen symphony
And all that was, and is, and what might be
As the tile lay still, cold as fallen snowflakes in the night, I rest my head and dream
And I awake again when standing behind the red curtain
-Jess
“This bitter, green fruit soaked in brine
is palatable, but I wish
to make the flavor more divine
by stuffing in some oily fish.”
“That thistle up there on the hill,
though spiny-sharp and armor-tough,
might prove to be delectable,
if it were just boiled enough.”
Who first made such discoveries?
Were they intended to be jokes –
the olives stuffed with anchovies
and boiled hearts of artichokes?
Though I think they are delicious,
their origins seem pernicious.
Sambal Tumpang
Disana
Disana, dicabang cabang pohon kedelai
Yang daunya gatal setengah mati
Tumbuh buah buah yaitu biji-biji
Dikupas direndam diragi jadilah tempe
Tiga hari jadilah busuk
Ditanak digerus lalu direbus
Dengan bumbu-bumbu
Rempah
Dan santan kelapa tua
Aku menyukai garam yang asin
Jauh lebih asin dari lidahmu
Tambahkan sayuran rebus
Bayam
Kecambah, daun kunci
atau tidak ada daun kunci
Maka kembang keturipun jadi
Lalu tuangkang sambal kacang
Kemudian tutuplah dengan rempeyek
Biar berkesan sopan
Tahukah kamu apa itu ‘rempeyek’
Tepung beras adonan
yang digoreng setipis kertas
sajikan dengan nasi lunak adalah jodohnya
Tunggulah
Dan santaplah
Ketika matahari hapir terbit
13:43
Yogyakarta, 30 okt 2018
dwijokoharianto
Thanks for the average dinner last night
It wasn't exactly a culinary delight
It wasn't that nice but it wasn't that vile
That it made me so sick or bring up some bile
It just lacked flavour, finesse or shazam
The chops were bland, I think they were lamb
The mash was lumpy with minimal seasoning
Now please stop crying, with you there's no reasoning
I've told you before now I'll tell you again
I am the judge of all women and men
CANDIDATE
that's my wife's business,
he will make it for you, not tomato sauce but grated coconut sauce which is fried without oil wrapped in banana leaves like pepes.
It is wonderful for a tongue that is saliva due to the rash of the savory aroma of coconut and banana leaves and kaffir lime leaves and the scent of garlic and the sharpness of chillies.
"Besides your house, near the sapodilla tree," replied Mas Sorjan when Selo proposed that his place was near the goat's cage.
"Yes, it can be an appetizer, when Selo says while lifting a bunch of bananas, baked until the skin is charred it will be really tasty."
I fell in love with Karsita
He is not a virgin
I do not care
He was frustrated by his disbelief
I do not care
He cares
Today, he herded ravines and ravines
Splitting the sun into three parts
Mix all kinds of recipes.
Your tongue will be messed up
What should I do?
What do you need?
Is not a wife?
Is it not the head of the treasury?
What about tongue-breaking?
Like the chaos of a trapped person like the messed up President
(in indonesia)
CALON
itu urusan istriku,
dia akan membuatkanya untukmu, bukan sambal tomat tapi sambal kelapa parut yang di goreng tanpa minyak dibungkus daun pisang seperti pepes.
Sungguh indahnya untuk lidah yang berliur karena ruap aroma gurih kelapa dan daun pisang dan daun jeruk purut dan harumnya bawang putih dan tajamnya cabe-cabe.
“Disamping rumahmu saja, dekat pohon sawo kecik.” Jawab mas Sorjan ketika Selo mengusulkan tempatnya adalah dekat kandang kambing.
“Yes, itu bisa sebagai hidangan pembuka, saat Selo mengatakan sambil mengangkat tandan pisang, dipanggang hingga kulitnya hangus akan benar-benar gurih.”
Aku jatuh cinta pada Karsita
Dia sudah tidak perawan
Aku tidak perduli
Dia frustasi oleh ketidakperawananya
Aku tidak perduli
Dia, perduli
Hari ini, dia menggiring kambing ketepi jurang dan
Membelah matahari menjadi tiga bagian
Mencampur segala macam resep masakan.
Lidahmu akan dibuat kacau
Aku harus bagaimana?
Apa yang kamu butuhkan?
Apakah bukan seorang istri?
Apakah bukan kepala perbendaharaan?
Bagaimana dengan pengacau lidah?
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