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[maggiethecat]

Three days in iambic pentameter....

[Lady T]

Only three?

[maggiethecat]

Foodblog: Sonnet I

When I considered how my lunch was spent
Reheating pasta tossed with cheese and mint
(Or breakfast butter spread on toasted rye)
For something fresh and sweet my soul did cry.
So out I dragged the Krups and poured within
Some fruit, eggs, sugar, cream (a tot of gin)
I churned it up, lost in my happy dream
Of scoops of lemon /strawberry ice cream.
A bright blue bowl of tiny new potatoes…
A salad red with radish and tomatoes.
What did we quaff with Tokany veal stew?
Two brimming steins of frosty Pilsner U.

It's hard enough my daily meals to plan,
Shit! Now the food I choose must rhyme and scan.

Edited by maggiethecat, 08 August 2003 - 07:27 AM.

[slkinsey]

Poetic terms, and fictional,
Describe your fine repast.
To read about your victuals
Will make the day go fast.

[bergerka]

Maggie's poetry,
descriptive, food-laden, it
makes my mouth water.

K (time for lunch!)

[mamster]

I thought I might respond to this in verse
But my attempts just went from bad to worse
Pray tell what went into the stew of veal?
mamster's on the prowl for his next meal

[SobaAddict70]

I prefer Elizabeth Bishop and Sharon Olds, no offense. Hell, even Robert Pinsky in all his T.S. Eliot-esque glory.

All this meter makes me think of trochees and dactyls....

*ERK!!!*

OTOH, its kind of fun in a weird kind of way.

Soba

Edited by SobaAddict70, 08 August 2003 - 11:57 AM.

[maggiethecat]

I prefer Elizabeth Bishop

"The art of losing isn't hard to master"

Classic iambic pentameter!

[maggiethecat]

I thought I might respond to this in verse
But my attempts just went from bad to worse
Pray tell what went into the stew of veal?
mamster's on the prowl for his next meal

Dear Mamster: IP can make your brain rattle after awhile, and it's addictive. At least it is to me. (Yes, I've spent a day or twenty of my precious Biblical span thinking in nothing but limericks. It's a damn sickness!) So it's a joy to write in prose right now.

Tokany of veal is a Hungarian stew, using the usual Hungarian seasoning suspects. Sautee two pounds of cubed, floured veal shoulder in a mixture of butter and oil. Remove. Sautee three chopped onions, add a sliced green pepper, 2 sliced carrots, and 3 chopped tomatoes. Add a cup of white wine, cover. Let 'em sweat for ten minutes. Add the veal, 1 T. paprika, s&p, 1/2 t. marjoram, a cup of beef stock (or chicken, or veal), bring to boil, turn down to simmer...bubble gently for 45 minutes.

And, in keeping with this month's theme, blanch 6 ounces of chopped BACON, sautee until golden. Add to the pan. Cover and simmer for 20 more minutes.

Ten minutes (or so) before serving, add 1/2 pound chopped shrooms. Just before serving, stir in a cup of sour cream and heat through, very very gently.

It's a winner, courtesy of the terrific, and of course, out of print, "Larousse Treasury of Country Cooking."

Edited by maggiethecat, 08 August 2003 - 04:21 PM.

[KNorthrup]

Hoorah. Love Elizabeth Bishop even more than WCW. Can't think of anything relevant to quote, but had to mention.

Veal stew for dinner very soon, I now think.

[mamster]

That sounds wonderful, maggie. I just inherited some issues of Fine Cooking, and one of them has a recipe for a veal soup called Soup of the Bakony Outlaws. Apparently Bakony is a region of Hungary, which was disappointing until I noticed that there is also bacon in the soup.

[SobaAddict70]

I was thinking of "The Fish" and "Ariel" actually.

"Stasis in darkness."

That sort of thing...heh.

Soba

[maggiethecat]

Apparently Bakony is a region of Hungary, which was disappointing until I noticed that there is also bacon in the soup.

LOL.

Hmmm I'm wondering...I'm not an expert on Hungarian cuisine. Anyone know if the veal/bacon combo is a standard in the land of the Magyars?

[KNorthrup]

Roving mushroom thieves. Heh.

recipe

[maggiethecat]

Roving mushroom thieves.  Heh.

recipe

The soup looks wonderful. Thanks for the Taunton link, K.

Heh. (No reason, just wanted to type it.)

[maggiethecat]

Sonnet II

A dearth of bacon wrecked my breakfast plans
So…heck! I nuked some oatmeal from McCann’s.
For lunch a grilled cheese sandwich, (Brie on rye)
Sliced apple framed its fearful symmetry.
Mark Bittman gave us skewered chicken thighs
That made us coo “whoa babies!” and “Oh, mys”
You’ll find it in (what else?) the New York Times:
Take curry, fresh cilantro, a few limes
With coco milk they soak (and dare I utter?)
The dread, despised and silky peanut butter.
Long beans in bean sauce (hot!) and plain boiled rice:
Damn good, but here I offer some advice:

Your appetite is dulled---(Don’t take no wizards!)
The road to hell is paved with DQ Blizzards

[polly]

Sliced apple framed its fearful symmetry.

Aahh, Blake.
For some reason I love him...

Edited by polly, 09 August 2003 - 09:04 AM.

[tanabutler]

Maggiecat, you rock.

[snowangel]

Alas, alak, no bacon in the house
Maggiethe cat sat quiet as a mouse
Oh poor Maggie, our poet laureate
Poor dear, in her little black dress, sat, wept.
Diet based on rhyming pentameter
Will so seriously limit her
Eggs and bacon and that special breast milk
Leaves one kegs and legs and Macon to bilk
We are left to wonder when Lou will rail
Leaving Maggie to dump all in a pail.

(begging pardon for the one out of iambic pentameter line)

[NeroW]

Maggiecat, you rock.

Word.

[maggiethecat]

Diet based on rhyming pentameter
Will so seriously limit her

Word, oh sylvan poetess!

Coconut milk was a real pain.

Edited by maggiethecat, 09 August 2003 - 04:45 PM.

[NeroW]

Coconut mild was a real pain.

[snowangel]

And, in keeping with this month's theme, blanch 6 ounces of chopped BACON, sautee until golden.

I thought the theme of EVERY month is bacon. A month without bacon is like a month without, well, I dare not utter it.

[snowangel]

Our maggiethe cat has been so quiet
Probably pondering her diet
How to pentameter all of her rhyme
Without using too much of precious time
Oh do tell us all of what you ate
On this very glorious August date
Be it plebian or pedestrian
Or if you again used that wonderous gin

[maggiethecat]

Sonnet III

My breakfast plate was nothing like the fun
Of eggs and bacon...but I had to run
For bistro lunch with dearest girlfriend Kat
Decided steak and frities were where it's at.
Alas, the onglet which I'd ordered rare
Arrived all grey within, to my despair.
I sent mine back and chatted with my pal,
Who ate hers grey (she's such a pleasant gal.)
We talked of children, hair and mice and men
(She needs a cat!) ...dessert came, and Amen!
Profiteroles were really, truly great
I gave her half of mine;too big a plate.

When Magz came home to dinner, fish had found her:
A plate of breaded, pankoed TJ's flounder.

Edited by maggiethecat, 10 August 2003 - 08:44 PM.

[Dave the Cook]

Lily, you simply amaze me.

[maggiethecat]

Archie, you are too kind. ( )

[jhlurie]

Sonnets beyond me,
so Haiku I will rip off.
Sorry, Bergerka!


The Cat stalks her meals,
and we are in for the kill.
Her verse, sharp as knives.

[alacarte]

snowangel's pretty good at this rhyming jazz too -- maybe the next blog should be hers?

[maggiethecat]

My time is up, and to the fire I fling
Some other Dude to carry on this thing.

And...I suggest you use prose. The blog is much more detailed and interesting that way.

Soba? Sam? I think it's tommy's turn.