We have learned to improvise.
The recipes of fancy chefs
We serve in slight disguise.
I've never seen tamari
In my local grocery store.
(And even if I found some,
I don't know what it is for.)
When they want capers, goat cheese
Watercress and coarse-ground wheat,
I just buy bacon, cheddar, flour
Lettuce...and I cheat.
I come up with a meal
That tastes...almost, but
Oh, not quite...
Just like the recipe I found
And thought I'd make tonight.
9 comments:
Love the poem. I'm right there with you. I'm a plain jane cook. But nobody in my house starves.
How clever you are! I love this poem - it sings with truth and fun!
LOL. I once did a grocery scanning system installation in a store that served a tiny rural community here in Texas. The store's offerings would've yielded exactly the sort of recipe you describe!
That looks good. Now, where's my dinner?
I can soooo relate because I live in the mountains. A delightful poem!
ah now i bow to any cook that can sucessfully improvise!
Girl that is not just Oklahoma :) I DO love what you did with this - and what the heck is tamari?
Inventive cooking and writing
Wonderful poem!
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