Taste tested by the best eater
Happy food, happy family
Enriched with loving touch
The tastiest rice and gravy
Broccoli laced with cheese
Onions, not a few
Never better food or family
Eating hearty and happily
Succulent and well seasoned
Tender, grass-fed beef
Every cut, delightful
After T-Bone, Cheese cake
Kitchen chores always follow
A brand-new pyramid’s been built,
Which might give us conniptions,
But this one’s made by just one man
Instead of the Egyptians.
Unlike the older version, which
Endorsed a healthy diet,
This time we’re pushed to eat red meat,
Though vegans may not buy it.
Aside from steak and burgers,
Whole milk cheese and foods like that,
We’re being told we should indulge
In saturated fat.
The Heart Association thinks
This puts us on the track
For many more Americans
To have a heart attack.
But hey – this is our country now,
A topsy-turvy land,
With lunatics and blowhards
And their minions in command.
Searing grill burns in backyard
Smoky smell wafts by
Spicy tender meat sizzles
Herbal dust sprinkled
Salad decks crisp crust
Flavored slice
Lures
Garfield was with Jon,
sitting on the lawn.
Waiting for pizza to arrive,
sitting under a beehive.
Garfield and Jon,
took the pizza and were gone.
They left smoke in their wake,
dinner was pizza not steak.
Together, my parents faced two world wars, the great depression, floods, fires, and some things that would bring most people to their knees. Imagine just where I would be if they had just decided that things were too rough and chucked in the towel. At the time, I didn’t think they had a lot to give. But looking back, I’m amazed at how much I got.
steak’s what I wanted
bologna is what I got—
never went hungry
I shan’t think a landing is sound
That leaves both a ditch and a mound.
A plane should align,
Like steak with good wine,
To kiss, not to crush, with the ground.
Write an Epulaeryu Food Poem Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
The porterhouse is the king
crowned with herbs and salts
barbequed medium rare
each savory slice
cut thick and crispy
flavorful
steak
Steak, a versatile food,
So easy to prepare.
Seared, broiled, or grilled, my choice.
Searing steak, I prefer.
Savory, meaty, and
Smoky scent in the air.
Seared rib eye steak, yummy!
My husband likes chicken fried steak
I am not fond of it
But I like the potatoes and gravy on top
I decided to give the chicken another try
It was not for me, so I cut it into sixths for our dogs.
They both turned up their noses at it.
Is it that they are too well fed
Or their taste buds think what my taste buds think?
They must have had chicken fried steak once before.
Neither of them would even try it.
Microplastics
microplastics in our food
that steak dinner was excellent
my compliments to the chemist
Searing grill in trim ground
Smoky smell all around.
Sizzling soft juicy meat
Slice of flavorsome eat.
Sprinkle of herbal dust
Salad decks crispy crust.
Spot-on holiday treat.
one whole turkey breast
3 sticks of butter
5 tablesppons of minced garlic
4 yablespoon of dehydrated onions
6 tablespoons of chopped parsely
6 tablespoons of chopped cilantro
1/4 lime juice
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
5 T of jalopeno peppers
1/2 cup of paresean cheese grated
flatten both sides of the turkey square enough to make it rol
slather the butter herb mixture over entire
area. roll using plastic wrap
refrigerate
using a standard brading mixture
double dip the turkey and fry in olive oil ugolden brown
roll the pastry dough long enough and wide enough to wrap your turkey
we'll need twenty four slices of procuttio , sauteed mushrooms
and sun dreid bell peppers 12 slices, sun dried tomato, crushed, and 3 T of dehydrated onions.
layer with ham, and peppers, sprinkle onions and tomato center the turkey and roll covering the turkey
egg was and design. Bake four 45 minutes or until golden brown.
This will WOW< them!
The cake was sitting too close to the steak
The steak was done well, which was a mistake
The cake began melting, and the candles fell off
Worse yet, said grandma, your uncle gave it a cough
We had been digging around in the leavings by then
Scooping up frosting and pieces, my heart and my kin.
The prissy ones stopped, which left more for the rest of us.
We are Tennessee hillbillies who get around in a bus.
my Thanksgiving comes with a sigh
I’m a steak and hamburger guy
roasted turkey is not
the kind of meal I want
I'll chow down on the pumpkin pie!
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