Thursday, October 30, 2008
One of the many questions as a chef I get asked is "what is your specialty", and sometimes I just do not have an answer. I like so many things (baking an exception) that I cannot tell you one specific thing. Maybe, southern food because I ate it most of my life, and can do it blind folded. Being a poet all my life gave me a funny idea to write something involving food and that question, and add it my 'FoodNPoetry' blog site, so here goes folks...
After many years of careful consideration
and irritation... of this repetitive question... my specialty is...
'Southern Fried Me'
When your craving a unique recipe, an independent, still growing, always in season...
‘deep fried’ artist
-coated -with a mixture of gritty Texas dust
large prickly cactus -no need to remove needles
(putting aside a few of its morning roses) -for garnish - smell and eye appeal
-part of the dining experience
Grind up the cactus - carefully -watching out
for an the unwanted sting
-for… just the right prick
fresh country brown eggs- cracked open on the side of the bowl -to bind
Remember to remove any pieces of shell that have fallen into the slimy white abyss
salt and pepper -nothing else -I already have a unique and intense flavor
Shots of patron silver -served in a snake skin boot -no reason
just a way to slow this animal down, and to get you in the mood
Mix all ingredients well -starting on a low speed for at least seven minutes
-turning it up -high, slow, high, slow -make sure your having fun!
Hold the bowl at just the right angle
so the mixture doesn’t shoot out
-all over -your apron
men forget that part, since a few of them do not know how to cook
Add - olive oil pour into a skillet
-Heat to 375
-the hotter the better
Take me - coat me -egg in my face -one more time
-rolling me around -like dredging shoe string potatoes through seasoned flour
When am I ready? -you decide
just when life tries to lay me out
on a cold steel platter
stab at me -over and over -one more time
-I will let out a sound - so loud -a curdling scream
like when you cut into a -blood dripping -rare steak
-send me back to the kitchen -to the fire,
...cause' I ain't done and can take the heat!
© E Stelling, 2008 All Rights reserved, CookAppeal, LLC
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Don't you just hate reading what seems like the most delicious menu, and then order that one something that totally might rock your world...but, they bring out a plate of thrown together and who knows what they were thinking pile of...
An Iceburg Sunk My Palate
Early bird dinner
menu longer than
my dinner guest
hair...but we decide
two cobb salads
on the side
I could swear
the menu read
Crab Cake Cobb
As we pick
piled high of
plenty of black olives
sparse blue crumbles
the puny bacon
lacks and stumbles
half an avocado
greasy crab cake
of us fail to rate
what is not
the back of the house
as menu reality.
So, to this eatery
a careless chef
the poor feeble waitress
All works owned and © E Stelling, 2008
Pasqualle Varallo is an Italian Poet who resides in Philadelphia, and I had the pleasure of hearing him read his works and become his friend. He has a great sense of humor and connection with the working class of his times and mine. He lost his Irish wife about seven years ago, and started writing poetry from his longing and memories of his time with her. He is working on his second book of poetry, and you can find out more about him at http://www.myspace.com/pasqualevarallo . I picked three of his poems to post on here, so enjoy!
As she slowly sipped
a sweet vision of love
I did see.
Spread upon her face
like the wings of a dove,
At the Kitchen Door
Oh, what a beautiful
Come see it!
Yes, my love,I can see,
But, it is only a thing in the
I would rather watch you,
see you smile, and
When you're feeling blue
Make a pot of Irish stew
Start with an onion or two
You might stir the brew.
Brown some nice red beef
then add a large bay leaf
Cover to simmer
the air's a sneak thief
Has always been the belief.
In go the veggies by the bunch
don't lose the crunch
Mmmmmm, munch, munch, munch
Make a lot
leftovers are great for lunch.
Drop in a bit of tomato paste
then salt and pepper to taste
Sop up the gravy with bread
Oh, one more thing, a napkin
for the dribble on your face!
There's nothing like a good stew
don't you agree,
to make you feel brand new!
All work owned and copyrighted
© Pasquale Varallo, 2004, Poems For A Beautiful Woman
Many of us out there are so into food that we write about it as often as we can. Our passion for growing, buying, preparing, cooking, and eating it is like a ritual, a sensual experience, or at least it is for me. When I eat, it is in slow movement. I take time to taste everything, and even have what I call the perfect bite test when eating out, I use a spoon to get all the flavors on the plate together in one mouthful to see if the flavors meld together. We take time to put together ingredients and flavors for a reason. I have witnessed people who devour the food in minutes and you have to wonder if they have even tasted what they put into their mouths. Eating can be a very sensual experience by taking in the foods smell and appearance before it comes to the table, and once it is in front of you. I looked forward to meeting my husband who takes in food and wine the way I do, and that is poetry in itself!
I have taken it a step further in writing about food, and have put some of it into poetry. I have been writing and performing my poetry for years, and love it. Meeting others along the way who write about food, recipes and experiences that will also share their work on here. In the past year some of my words have formed into food experience poetry, and I think many of you out there have some in you as well.
This site is for 'Food N Poetry' and if you want to share anything from poetry or rants about food and drink with others then send me some of your work and I will post it here, firstname.lastname@example.org. (All works will remain your property)
I do have to credit one of our foodbuzz.com bloggers for this idea. OnCallChef made a simple statement of how it is hard being a chef and not critiquing places we eat. Sometimes we have more to say than just posting a recipe or reviewing a restaurant. We want to just speak out...