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A Collection of Food Poetry

By: Heidi Wagenbach

Pâte À Choux;

What are you?

Fluffy, flaky, filled with a dream–

Or covered in chocolate, served with ice cream.

A dough to make, 

An oven to bake.

Filled with butter and water and flour– 

Flavored with strawberry; caramel builds a tower.

Eggs and salt are ingredients divine,

In hot temperatures, these golden pastries are mine.

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To Make Good Pasta

One must be quick–

Flour the board, be sure to not stick.

Use a red mixer and paddle

(Surely find one that doesn’t rattle).

Rich with 4 simple things– 

Overindulge to feel like a King.

Make ravioli, or spaghetti, Fettuccine with sauce

One taste, and approval right from your boss.

Any pasta is sure to please,

Creamy and cheesy, oh, such a tease.

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Caesar Salad

My new favorite lunch,

With fattening dressing and lettuce,

I love it a bunch.

Crunchy with croutons and filled with 

Parmesan cheese, this salad this prepared 

With relative ease.

The flavors are strong, garlicky, acidic, and filling,

Each bite is an adventure, the experience is thrilling.

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Meatloaf

A decidedly decadent

Or devilish dinner,

Those who eat and those who don’t

Are deemed heartless sinners.

Ground up with spices, an egg, and bread–

Doesn’t sound too nice; no longer want to be fed.

I enjoy this meal, my mother was the cook,

I would help in the kitchen,

The recipes written in the book. 

Once the entrée was baking, we’d make a side dish,

A various amount of potatoes or noodles,

And a veggie, (broccoli or carrots, I wished). 

It was a comforting night, as the rain fell,

I ate the meatloaf lovingly, and I would tell

My friends constantly: “meatloaf is good!”

And they’d look at me; “I’d rather eat any other food!”

So I’d sigh, not wanting to argue,

Knowing it would give my face a red hue. 

I still make it today, with pride, I say–

Not a lot of meat for me, but protein is essential,

Not helping your body would be detrimental. 

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Sweet Potatoes

A starchy and delicious treat,

Used in chips, fries, a compliment to meat. 

Boiled or fried, baked or pied,

These root vegetables range in size,

And grow in the dirt, hidden and wise.

Peel the skin off (or leave it be),

Cooks for a while, then you will see

How bright and orange this food becomes,

Mashed or cubed, a sprinkle of rum.

Brown sugar and marshmallows, a hint of sweet,

Unlike its cousins, like turnips or beets.

A favorite at Thanksgiving or during the fall,

When food is warm, and lights decorate the hall.

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Graham Crackers and Cream Cheese

Are both good on their own,

But combine them together, they sit on a grand throne!

Cheesecake is tricky, a process to make,

Submerged in a hot water bath to bake.

A good sign is when the middle jiggles,

But the top is golden, no cracks that squiggle. 

A fork should stay in place when eating,

The texture so thick, it’s worth singing.

Cover in fresh fruit and syrup,

Pour some coffee into a cup.

Or enjoy when deliciously plain,

Share with friends, less weight to gain.

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“What’s Your Favorite Dessert?”

That question is the worst,

For someone with a sweet tooth.

But you want the hard, exact truth?

I like carrot cake, fond memories baking with my dad,

But I also like brownies and cookies, don’t be so mad.

I’m a little pastry chef, I have been since I was a kid,

Graduating this year with a certificate that states, “Yes, I did!”

Every sweet has its own little charm,

A bit of chocolate, a sweet fruit from a distant farm.

Some have different baking times, some have different tastes,

But patience is a virtue, one that cannot go to waste.

Every pastry has one thing in common: precision

And with that leaves a very hard decision.

Do I bake today and make a mess? 

Or do I go to the store but have to get dressed?

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Poem – Ode to Parsley

Parsley, oh parsley, you wondrous herb!

You raise any dish’s caliber from just mediocre to superb!

 

With bright green leaves, curly or flat,

Your versatility amazes us, and we are grateful for that.

 

You freshen our breath just when we need it most,

Like if we eat too much garlic, or a big, heavy roast.

 

And you keep us healthy and strong, with vitamins A, B, and C,

Plus calcium and iron, too – all that, completely fat-free!

 

Those ancient Greeks knew of your worth, crowning winners with your leaves,

Figuring you were good enough for mere mortals if you were good enough for Hercules.

 

And those Romans found use for you even when facing death,

Sprinkling you to freshen corpses, just like you freshen our breath!

 

Yes, your wonders are many, and without you no chef could live.

If it seems we take you granted sometimes, we ask you to forgive.

 

For we know that without you, there’d be no bouquet garni,

And the world would have to live without wonderful tabbouleh.

 

You’re the ultimate team player, helping other foods excel and bask in glory.

But while they may get all the fame, do not doubt that we know the true story.

 

For without you, they’d be just another soup, another vegetable on the plate.

But it is thanks to your panache that they meet another fate…

 

They rise to culinary heights previously unknown,

Then take all the credit with an ego quite overblown.

 

So, dear parsley, with eternal gratitude we offer you our praise,

And with reverence most high, to you our toast we raise!

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Poem – Ode to Brie and Camembert

Brie and Camembert, what a formidable pair
Without which we would quite despair!

You are as royal sisters, sharing a similar story;
One illustrious and proud, and quite deserving of great glory.

Within the vast world of cheese
Your delightful duo aims to please.

And please us you certainly have, for hundreds of years,
The mere mention of your names being music to our ears.

We are in good company, as you have been favored by French Kings and other royalty,
Charlemagne, Napoleon, among the many seduced by your texture so velvety.

Yes, you have long had regal fans, though your roots trace back to the farm,
Where dairymen have long toiled to make you, under the spell of your charms.

We have the French cows to thank for their beautiful milk
Which produces a fromage of unsurpassable ilk.

But the French are not alone in their loyal appreciation of your worth,
No, the fame has crossed all national boundaries and you are now found in any situation of great mirth.

If celebrating some occasion, we would no doubt rejoice with some Brie or Camembert,
Along with champagne perhaps, and so we find you at the swankiest of affairs.

You offer innumerable varieties – beware not to overwhelm us!
We sometimes feel that we need to take a head count and conduct our very own census!

Do we buy Brie de Melun, de Meaux, de Montereau or de Coulommiers?
Or do we purchase Brie not all, but rather a milder, more subtle Camembert?

Still we are faced with an abundance of choices, and narrowing it down is not so easy,
Though we can rest assured we will get top-notch quality when choosing Camembert de Normandie.

We may enjoy you with a selection of wine or an array of fresh fruit after dinner.
Yes, you enthrall our picky palates, but with your high fat content you do not help make us thinner!

But we can forgive you the calories since we dare not overindulge and risk taking you two for granted
For in our minds, Brie and Camembert, in first place will you forever be firmly planted.

Written by Sarah Schuler
Former student of Pascal Dionot

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Poem – Ode to Asparagus

Asparagus, asparagus, let me sing thy praise.
Your reign as “Food of Kings” will endure to the end of days.

That Louis Quatorze of France, he loved you so dear
That he had greenhouse built especially to grow you throughout the year.

Yes, he was but one of many in a long line of fans,
Dating back to the Greeks, The Romans, even the ancient Egyptians.

You delight us in springtime, when all is anew,
Pleasing our palates as only you can do.

In your generosity you offer us a choice of green or white.
But we cannot declare one superior to the other, for that would not be right.

It has come to be that we Yanks favor your bright green spears,
While those on the continent have preferred white through the years.

We can certainly all agree that in the kitchen none can compare
To all that you have to offer, all that with us you do share.

For on any menu of worth we find you filling many roles, gracefully omnipresent –
As an appetizer, a refreshing salad, or perchance, as an accompaniment to pheasant.

You allow our culinary creativity to take flight and flourish,
As we ponder just exactly how best to prepare you for that unique and stellar dish.

Will we blanch you?  Steam you?  Saute you?  Or will we cook you not at all?
Since in your natural, raw state you also offer much and do us ever enthrall.

To peel, or not to peel, there are those who would debate the merits,
Since it is not as straightforward a matter as it would be with, say, some carrots.

However, that debate may be settled, we vow to cook you with the greatest finesse,
Mindful of not overcooking your spears or gentle tips, leaving you a mushy mess!

No, we would never disgrace you in such fashion, behaving with reckless abandon.
We would first get out of the kitchen and deservedly hang up our apron.

In gratitude for your many gifts to us, we make you this solemn vow,
And may our words ring true each spring, as they do in the here and now.

Written by Sarah Schuler
Former Student of Pascal Dionot