Best Griddle Poems

Cooking With Potatoes

So versatile is the potato.
It’s orange; it’s yellow; it’s white; it’s sweet.
It’s baked or boiled; it’s mashed or fried.
It’s served with poultry, with fish or with meat.

I love to cook, and I have for you
three recipes for potato dishes.
Not too expensive, they’re easy and fast.
But best of all, they are most delicious!

A Tator Tot casserole I love to bake.
With my company, it’s always a  hit.
Ground beef fried with onion is mixed with creamed soup
and the bag of tots! Bake with cheese over it!

From my childhood comes the twice baked potato.
I’m sure you’ve heard of it – bacon and cheese.
But try some canned tuna with canned green beans.
Top with good cheese; microwave; it’s a breeze.

Last is a recipe that I obtained 
from the time that I spent in Madrid.
The Spanish omelet’s really big there.
This is a recipe that I “redid.”

I fry chopped potatoes and onions in oil.
Salt and pepper it; drain off the oil when gold.
Stir in lots of eggs till it’s moist and thick.
In omelet shapes this mixture should hold.

Onto a large griddle, pour each omelet shape.
Turn them like pancakes when each side is done
I’ve Americanized it by adding Tabasco,
melting cheese on it too; this food is so fun!

These are just three dishes made with potatoes.
I have many more. Do you think you could make
at least one of these I’ve described? Let me know!
And I hope you already know how to bake!

July 28, 2019 
For Chantelle Anne Cooke's  Cornucopia Cooking Poetry Contest

Short Stack

The Restaurant Menu has a picture.
Three golden brown Pancakes 
A large corn colored slice of butter
Melting on top running over the sides.
Griddle Cakes doing a Nathalie Wood impersonation
Drowning in a sea of thick maple syrup
Cartoon like ribbons of aroma rising upward.
The old man made them every Sunday morning before church.
Which he never attended
Black hair slicked back
Partially stained white Dago-Tee 
Cigarette dangling from his lips.
The ash worming longer with each Popeye exhale
From the side of his mouth
Large bowl on his left hip 
Attacking the batter with grunts of enthusiasm.
Tattoos on his arms flexing larger then smaller
Giving the appearance they were dancing.
Tatted when he was a Cook in the Navy
During World War II.
I imagined him storming the beaches of the South Pacific
With spatula in hand 
"Don't need to cut'em with a damn knife.
Use your fork "
He'd holler wrestling the knife from my hand
Then throwing it into the sink.
Slapping the back of my head in anger

No Waitress wait!
I'll have the Waffles instead
With strawberries if you have them.
Yes, Waffles 
We never had a Waffle Iron.

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon--had no fiddle,

The little dog laughed, got smashed as a Poodle,
the cow laughed a little, and found the fiddle,

The cat played to Nero, a pal and hero,
yet smelled things burning while playing the fiddle,

The cat Roam'ed about, thought it was the griddle,
though the cow saw Nero play fire--did fiddle,

Caught in a piddle, while cat Roam'ed a riddle,
dish sought by a poodle, as cow plays fiddle,

the taste of kumquat, the dish adds a riddle,
as things come short, the cat loses the fiddle,

ponders a poodle, a true diddle, diddle,
noise sought--found, twiddle, a dish and a fiddle,

To see such sport--the poodle in the middle,
the dish ran away while spooning the fiddle.

Square Dance Skillet

God's greenest, avocados, sliced in a bright red ceramic bowl
Mix them with eggs and they dance with exuberant cowboy soul!

Ever observe them twirling in that griddle?
It indeed takes a Poet to see them do the "allemand left"right in the middle,
to the sounds of a fiddle!

The eggs twirl the fullest in bright, pretty, paisley cowgirl skirts.
Such a simple task, it fills me with Western imagination and American mirth.

      
                                May 16, 2020
                                   7pm PST
                                Poem 1,273

Welsh Cakes

Welshcakes

Stolen straight from the bakestone*
Was a taster we all proclaimed

* cast iron griddle

Penned 5 November 2015

Pancakes

Grab a wooden spoon, and choose a mixing bowl
A breakfast that is piping hot is worth its weight in gold!
You can make them by the dozens, or one or two will do
Make them for your next of kin, or neighbors you have got
Even for those teenage boys, ...(the ones who eat a lot!)

Let's see you fry a stack of cakes that tower on the plate
The stack is high,...but folks will sigh with happiness inside
So get the griddle piping hot, and warm syrup too
And don't forget  a pot of jam and marmalade is good!
Applesauce, gets an  A+ ,.......and often gets applause!

Yes you can! Whip some up.....it's as easy fix to do
No need to go to I-Hop.     Just make them on the spot
Wake them up to something yummy
Fill a tummy, make 'em happy, maple syrup needs some sopping
Buckwheat makes the grumpy jolly, just stir the lumps out 'til there's none
And someone's sour mood is gone, when sourdough is stacked at dawn

Flapjacks  wake the sleepyheads, before they run straight out the door
They'll turn right back to have some more .....three or four, or five or six
Butter oozing down the sides, sticky syrup  glazing eyes.....mouths will water
hear the laughter.....add some nuts,  or raisin eyes, make a face a big surprise
Yum! Yum! Yum! M & M's add some fun, and add a chocolate prize!

And if you dare, to be so bold
Flip your flapjack,  pan-fried gold.....Just grab and hold your frying pan
It 's in the grip, ......then flip !   You can !!!    And if you're lucky it will land
 upon the plate........not on the floor, across the room,......    
but one mistake......, just mop it up, and try it all again!

Practice tennis while you're at it,...Ping pong too...., and batter-up.....
Up it goes........and down it comes........Something yummy for your tummy
Pancake's, flapjacks .......hotcakes, hoecakes..
Pick your favorite, flip them high........ make them small or any size

Make a ton........!!!  It's worth a try !

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For Didactic Food Contest: sponsored by Tammy Reams
10/5/15

Bow Pow

<                                    cakes and sausages on hot griddle
                                      uncle Leroy's dam dog just piddled
                                      slipped ~ slide across floor
                                      grabbed shotgun by front door
                                      now dam ole dog just plays an fiddle 



                            bow bow bow bow bow bow bow        bow ~ wow 
                            ow ow ow ow ow ow ow                       bow ~ ow 
                            with   tail    between     own  ~              legs 
                            now    dog    sings  ~    and  ~               brags
                            about cousin's daisies's  bad                 bow ~ pows
                  
                                                                                        
                                                                                     


Entry For John Freeman's
Slapstick Limerick Contest
Gl All

Poor Ole Dog LOL

Camfires and S'Mores

Two weeks of summer camping we spent 
Helping mom and dad pitch the tent 
Sweet memories of campfires and s'mores 
Enjoying time in the great outdoors 

Walking the trails on nature hikes 
Around the campground riding our bikes 
Sing alongs around the campfire 
Hot cocoa and a kiss before we retire 

Giggling 'cause we couldn't sleep 
Telling each other secrets to keep 
Rising to the smell of pancakes on the griddle 
Searching for the right stick to whittle 

Hunting the woods for little treasures 
Pinecones,leaves and a couple of  bird feathers 
Go to the beach water splashing 
Smiles for the camera we were flashing 

Packing the car time to head home 
Didn't want to leave we all groan 
But we have memories of campfires and s'mores
Enjoying time in the great outdoors

        - C.A.Saputo xoxo 

Some of my fondest memories as a child were the two weeks we spent camping every summer!  :)

The Strings That Bind

Let The Music Play On

When I am melancholy 
And feeling, all alone
I place my violin 
On my shoulder, like a phone
Then start a conversation
In melodic overtones
and every string that speaks to me
Brings me closer back to home

I can smell the coffee brewing
There're hotcakes on the griddle
And Gram-pa in the corner 
Strumming lightly on His fiddle
And now that fiddle's mine
He passed it on to me
So I could find my way back home
Wherever I may be

One day I’ll have a child
May be, a He or She
I hope they'll learn its language
And treat it patiently
And take it safely with them
Wherever they may roam
‘Cause all they have to do is play
To find there way back home

Sweet Nothings

I’d like to whisper sweet nothings in your ear
My little chocolate almond butter cup oh dear
Don’t mind me if I turn up a little sweet heat
Little toasted chestnut your good enough to eat

Ooh! I do like it like that my sexy stallion mare 
I’ll moan as you run a gentle finger through my hair
Come fire up my griddle my tasty succulent spar rib
Come warm my lips and fire up this flaunting squib

Let me feel my manhood running through your holy chapel
Let me take a bite of your moist and shiny apple Adam to Eve
I will stimulate your senses melt you in the mirror of my eyes
Finding your way to my soul taunting my lion to tantalize your 
Piscean fish, shifting the yolk of your soul an extracted albumin
Without your protein I am weak, like an infant I cling to bosom

Gently crumbling your fortune cookie, I am unfurling love notes
As I climb your great walls of China, we both melt like icecream
Betwixt the raw of lion and lioness, we climb albion cliffs as one

Written by: Elliott &Vienna 
May 21, 2012

Have You Ever

Have you ever touched a star?
Just grazed its fiery fineness expecting the heat to melt you like butter on a griddle,
But instead, a soft coolness breezed through your soul, refreshing those heat-scarred battle wounds you kept hidden beneath a cloak of self-reliance.

Have you ever talked to the man in the moon?
Spoken to the one whose wise face watched over us since the beginning -- except in times so horrible that he shaded his eyes -- and expected to hear some great truth to carry you through your sand granule of existence, 
But heard a knock-knock joke instead.

Have you ever skated on thin ice?
Swirled carelessly above the bubbling danger that wants nothing more than to French kiss the breath from your blue lips,
A dance of death in which you coquettishly follow the ice's lead, heart pounding, lost in the melody, until you collapse upon the ice and weep that your love was never consummated.

Have you ever seen the face of God?
Tiny, wrinkled skin still wet from the womb so unremarkable that you scarce believe in its deity, but so magical that you are compelled to worship His existence? A miracle, birthed from a mortal, whose life changes everyone and everything by only the knowing, the touching, the loving. Life's greatest gift in man's humblest package that we get to open.

Drinking Well

My stomach is on my mind
Won't you get that griddle cooking
My mind is on my heart
Couldn't get no better looking

My memories all ran dry
Went down to the drinking well
Fill me up my loving cup
Surely wasn't thinking well

My tractor lost a wheel
The hoe can't even pull her out
My cat came back without her
The dog can't even figure it out

My Favorite Classic Tv Show

My Favorite Classic T.V. Show

A classic t.v. show that I thought 
was fun and silly.
Was one I watched as a child:  
“The Beverly Hillbillies.”

There was Jed.  Granny. 
 Jethro and Elly May too.
You just didn’t know what these
 folks were going to do!

Granny would offer possum pie
 or some “vittles.”
There was no tellin’ what she was
 fixin’ in her griddle!

This family would “dance a jig.”  
Or even “sing a song.
And then they would all gather around
 “the cement pond.”

It didn’t seem to matter what was served 
on the dinner plate.
Ole Jethro would never get full.  
No matter how much he ate!

Elly loved to have her many
 animals in the home.
No matter where she went.  
She was never alone!

This Clampett family brought joy
 through our t.v.
I still watch this show.  
But just occasionally.

This classic show is from
 a time in the past.
But it still brings good memories
 that will always last!

By Jim Pemberton
"The Beverly Hillbillies"

Mister Baleen

MISTER BALEEN
limerick




                                    Mister Baleen got a whalebone
                                 He went to a charmer Doctor scone
                                          Doctor went to granny
                                           She was very funny
                                 Put bone on griddle to make a clone







© Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty December 2014

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