Once a friend of mine invited me for lunch,
a celebration he planned for his culinary book launch.
I was hesitant to join for my stomach was upset,
but he pleaded with me, he couldn’t change the date.
I decided to not enter into a friendly row,
but to go and occupy a chair in the back row.
While the fervent food rested untouched going stale
we proposed a toast to his success as a chef of style.
Matching the rhythm of our warm and lyrical whine
rosy wine swirled in pallid glasses with metal sheen.
I was delighted to see on the table dishful curd,
so much good for my stomach, with no discord.
The fragrance of famous basmati rice I saw rise,
I favored to have it instead of bread at any price.
Spring onion shards with smell of spring in fish curry
added to the gastronomic delight, a treat far to carry.
Meat in gloomy gravy with emerald layer of basil leaf
met the cooking acumen of any expert chef.
My friend’s hospitality won the hearts of one and all,
we departed before dusk thanking him without fail.
For the food we expressed abysmal appreciation loud,
as much as our bountiful minds could sincerely sprout.
A spicy sausage
complementary delight,
digesting a fight!
they are yours
and mines;
the hard-boiled
cookery of virtuous noise.
a polyphony wrapped
in aluminum foil
on a tedious shelf
w/bits of mythic statuary,
petite reliquary
of gastronomic demise,
and jars of jazz
sit motionless,
mummified
in gifted dishes.
they are the cool
epistemologies
that gel I the mixing bowl of life
that sudden slap
in the face of time
and the subsequent freeze.
Hello kids it me again back to share my own lifes gleanings.Been sick as a
Sick dog.I am mourning,heartbroken and dealing with one assault on the body after another .This weeks guest Norwalk virus.You aint lived till you have embraced this near death experience.No exageration.Stomach cramps so severe unable to stand homoerectus.Thought I had threw my midback out during one attempted 8 second ride of gastronomic convulsions.Linda Blair had nothing on my performance.Dry heaves so bad I feared turning inside out like an item prepared for the wash as my mind toyed with the idea of just passing out.Fought this as aspiration not on my to do list.
Diaphram still sore to the touch and inching my way into real food.News flash if any have or know of anybody suffering in similar fashion tell them no dairy for at least two weeks as the receptors to handle it last to come back on line in the gut.And how have you been ?
Self-Portrait 1-12-24
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Still Life with Cheeses, Almonds and Pretzels
Still life, not stillborn,
With a woman’s face
In dusky background hues,
Pure clarity clothed in white,
Gazing on gastronomic abundance.
Artist of the banquet
One step behind –
The woman’s place of her time -
Guardian of the sweet rewards
Served like bridal wine,
Topping the earthen vessel
Of embryonic fermentation.
In a cradle of fine delft
Consummated almonds,
Mellow figs
Ripe fruit
Conceived out of ravenous rapture
Confinement released in harvest’s fare
In signatures of arms crossed -
Daily bread – gifts of finest wheat –
Served with golden curls,
Crushed seeds of grain
Birthing beauty’s fullness.
Above this feast of still life
A woman smiles
Her signature waiting to be discovered –
Waiting for the invitation to emerge
From the shadow!
My darlin’s muffins are nutrient dense,
Packed with whole grain goodness
(In a metaphoric sense.)
Mixed with free-range femininity
And assorted organic delights.
To make the flavor linger
I take long, leisurely bites.
It goes down salty and sweet,
Like a lover’s naughty kiss.
I let it nourish my soul
And give me gastronomic bliss.
I savor the aroma as a true enthusiast.
I like her bagels topped with poppy seed.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, bay:
Them be some fine bi-labial plosives, indeed!
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What can I say about this dessert's originations?
Countless recipes have been passed down through generations.
Many consider it the All-American treat.
Freshly-picked apples from the tree that are sweet;
a flaky crust, some spice and sugar make it complete.
Get a slice when it is fresh from the oven.
Once you taste it, you have some gastronomic lovin'.
AZAFRAN dances tango well
SPANISH IN ARGENTINA.
Divinely harmonized
in the vinaigrette, onion, pepper
and tomato ... it's the joyful sound
of the barbecue music ...
In phenomenal pas de deux
the carrot and rice ...
When alone, the tomato is whole
BLUSH in FLASH ...
Peas drummed on the plate
waiting for the skewer of
strange dance of forks ...
Potatoes are made COCKTAILS
when from POMME DE TERRE
are announced ...
It's gastronomic festival on the tables
and in salads ... or in the Chinese pagoda
of "barges"
Festive dance of dancing vegetables
at its own party ...!
Oops!
In our backyard five apple trees abide - harvest of red, yellow, green fruit our pride
Bushels of fruit overflow from their baskets - looks like nature this year blew a gasket.
Way too many apples for us to eat - now time to share of our ripe apples sweet
So with our neighbors we’ll divvy these treats - for lunches, pies, snacks and midmorning feasts.
Just a month later - just enough for a pie a Sunday night treat as cold raindrops fly
Measure the spices then roll out the crust - bake in the oven - dessert just for us!
Oops! Tripled the flour! Now I lament - :o - as we pick out baked apples from flour cement!
True story! Instead of 3/4c of sugar I added ¾ c of flour! At least we salvaged the apples. My boys have never let me forget this gastronomic disaster! A true lesson in humility!
11-24-20
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Today’s the day to celebrate
A food that few dislike or hate
For pizza’s found most everywhere;
A town without it would be rare.
From big round pies served by the slice
To square Sicilians, all entice,
No matter if they’re topped with cheese
Or have more fancy pedigrees
‘Cause toppings vary; where you eat it
May decide what tops complete it –
Pepperoni, veggies, ham,
Pineapple or shrimp or clam
Sausage, meatballs, spinach, ‘shrooms,
Even tofu, one assumes.
Sprinkle with oregano
Or pepper flakes; you’re good to go.
We should all indulge today
So if you’re home or you’re away,
Go find yourself a sizzling slice
Of gastronomic paradise!
on the Irish
side of my
family my
grandfather
who never i
was to meet
was a but
cher of
meats
so in
many
and in
countless
numbers
there were
chickens
that went
under
his blade
and as the
ancients
say trust
that all
must
pay not the
boatman
but have
change
for the
turn
stile for
while no
money is
needed to
reach
nirvana
you have to
to come back
to this world
and do it all
over again
to get it
right
so right
after his
passing
and the
giving of
his last rites
he will from
his wake
wake as
i take
my
Italian
Mother
out to eat
at a proper
ristorante for
gastronomic
delights
where we
both ordered
the same
secunda
chicken
karmagiana
The orchards are bare
Their branches picked clean
Vegetables all gathered
Carrots. potatoes, beans
Israel's dwelt outdoors in 'booths'
For the last seven days
The Festival of Tabernacles ending
Today its very last day
There's been rejoicing and dancing
Spirituality in abundant profundity
Blessings, prayers, ceremony
To accompany gastronomic fecundity
Can it all be over, finished so soon
To end with a whimper, instead of a bang
With the appearance of tonight's moon
--Well, it's not! God invites Israel to hang
out with Him now indoors for one more long day
called 'Shemini Atseres,' which means the Eighth Day
a day of unbridled joy, celebrated with the Torah
in circles of smiling faces, all dancing the hora!
Happy Shemini Atseres and Simchas Torah!
Sunday evening, October 20 through
Tuesday evening, October 22, 2019
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Torah = A parchment scroll on which the Old Testament is written in Hebrew
Simchas Torah = Rejoicing with the Torah/Law
Greek Festival
I've waited an entire year for this!
More exciting than Christmas,
for me...
If only I had a wish list.
The foods magnificent, the love
expressed tastefully, yet simply
extravagant.
The aroma of Frappes and gyros
set me reeling.
Stuffed grape leaves and the best
pastitsio on earth.
Cooked by volunteer cooks~
sweating with love and mirth.
Another time of communal OPA,
with great feeling.
The dancing, oh!
The Sirtaki and the wonderful,
Hasapiko.which are danced with
beauty and total grace!
There's no better time than this.
It leaves a beaming smile on my
face.
Greek bread drives me to total
gastronomic oblivion.
Pastries, lift me to heaven, off
I go!
Ah, Greek Festival, one more
special event with Hellenic,
great feeling!
"Philitomo", well you have to look
that one up-:))
As it has multiple meanings.
Thank you.
Panagiota Romios
August 2, 2019
6pm PST
Of all the foods in all the lands of culinary charm
There is but one offender my taste buds can’t disarm
While others may enjoy it, perhaps fried or as pate’
I would rather eat a heaping pile of fresh steamed hay
Some may like it on white bread or in a Shepherd’s Pie
I’d prefer a great big slice of pie that’s made of fly
So be it Chicken, Calf or Cod, not to mention Duck
I would favor meatloaf made from ground up hockey puck
To this day, the only food that makes my stomach quiver
Is the gastronomic venom that’s known to the world as “liver”
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