We turned the mattress over,
the world was leaning to one side,
and heads were rolling.
Bodies tipped over in the night,
whole families were found to be
slanted from the slippage.
They say (meaning nobody we knew),
that the sharp cheddar and the gruyere
had saturated the dreams
of our sleeping flesh.
We upended the matrass, slept well
for a night or two,
then the pale-faced fridge began to
groan unintelligibly,
it was joined by the AC unit,
who caterwauled,
and rattled its teeth non-stop.
Slowly the planet began to readjust,
to realign.
The doomsayers were not pleased,
they had expected
so much more
than bad breath and diarrhea.
Enamel finger-smeared thick with butter
Yellow onions, yellow butter, floured and browned
Just add cream
From roux to dream
Now spice to glue that hold my world together
The team assembles for its tasty mission
Cheddar, gouda, mozz and more
Thick sheets of ham
Tubers sliced translucent
Layered, latticed, clothed in white bliss
Sealed deep into my black Dutch Oven
Four hundred twenty-five degrees, twice boiling
Every five minutes, I keep checking
Time warps
seconds are hours
Only half done, removing the covering
Top comes off, melting marbarella muck
Gilded golden gruyere
Splattering over spuds
Swirling cheese seas
Miasmic fragrant fromage tauntingly teased air
Beep! Beep! Beep! It's done!
Don't waste a moment
Too hot to taste
Bubbling lava lake
Slowly crusting cheesy skin emerging from the oven
Finally, the soup solidified, gooey cultured cream
Ready for the fork and spoon
Potatoes caked
Ham baked
Reality as gastro-goodness manifested dream
Onto my plate, my fork, my palette, my bliss
Who says chocolate fondue
Makes the perfect rendez-vous?
Here’s a secret: you can meet
For a cheese fondue retreat
Which will make your life complete!
Rub a fondue pot with garlic
Add some white wine and some brandy
When it simmers stir the cheese-
Swiss or Gruyere- as you please.
Lemon juice, a bit of mustard
‘Till it simply looks like custard.
You can serve it with French bread
Or skimmed apples- green or red,
Or speared broccolis instead.
Be creative, just make do
And indulge in your fun-due!
Heaven!
The taste and the delicious aftertaste,
Makes cheese a wonder milk production;
Healthy in sandwiches with chicken paste.
Well known grated in Italian dishes
Nothing tastes better than Parmesan,
For it as strong as was Ugly Betty.
The popular rubbery like Cheddar,
Used mainly in school sandwiches;
Commonly as birds of a feather.
The distinguish the Dutch Edam,
With it’s famous with the red skin;
It’s a pity it was in the time of Adam.
The holy cheese very sweet and tender,
The Swiss Gruyere my favourite one;
It is good to keep the body slender.
There are many more but I am not bothered,
Hoping with this one the contest I have conquered.
Monday 12th November 2018
Write a Poem About Cheese Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Barry Stebbings
What's the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you get close, the smell could confirm your suspicions
What was the official cheese used in the moon construction
Cheddar, ementhaller, gruyere, gambazola, edam or stilton
Okay, sorry times up
Twasn't real cheese but
If you've ever been close, you'd surely had your suspicions
A red planet of cheese…wow!..
we could shoot the breeze together,
while sinking to our knees, in the red
sand dune brie, or interstellar camembert
It’s all the same if you please, a moon of
Sleaze and a Mars made of cheese:
Tease!!??.. me never..let’s take the space
elevator at four..pack your things…off we
shoot! Gruyere and cheddar what a hoot!
A crab & gruyere tarlet
moroccan spiced pie
treacle & coconut tart
a yorkshire curd tart
jam roly-poly
custard &
cream!
I dreamed a sandwich
creation. I enjoyed
eating it as well as preparing it
as I slept. I
could even smell it
cooking and I felt the
texture of it as I ate it
in my sleep. It
tasted so good. I
must prepare it
in my waking hours
as well. There is
nothing like a sandwich
in the middle of the night
when you feel hungry.
It isn't a hard sandwich
to make and there is no
clean up in your dreams.
2 fried green tomatoes
on toasted bread
with thousand Island dressing,
and chicken liver pate'.
Piled high with turkey
and Gruyere cheese,
and...
with a slice of Burmuda onion,
and a bed of fresh greens.
Served with a tall glass of Iced tea
and fried pickles on the side.
I enjoyed it and must eat it again
someday when I am awake!
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