Sunday, July 3, 2011

Cooking is Like Poetry

I've been enjoying this blog thing for the past year now.

I hope you have, too.

So far I've tossed out a plethora of cooking hints, a bevy of kitchen tips, several top ten lists, a smidgen of prose, a wiseguy remark or two...heck, I even tried my hand at some food photography (

But there's one thing I haven't tackled yet:


And if you think about it, cooking is a lot like poetry.

Really. It is.

Except you don't use any vowels or consonants. Unless, of course, you're making alphabet soup.

But I've always been a great admirer of the celebrated poets: Walt Whitman, Langston Hughes, Theodor Geisel...

And especially Emily Dickinson.  Or was that Eric Dickerson? (Which one played for the Colts?)

So here's my first attempt at culinary poetry. I've used a classic format to build on (you may recognize it). So pour yourself a steaming cup of tea and snuggle up beside a warm fire.

And if you don't have a fireplace, throw a few ribs on the grill and pop open a beer. It's all good... Now, onto the poems:


Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Cooking is like poetry.
Except when it's not.

Okay. Enough with the wise cracks.

It was a first try.

This one, a culinary haiku, should be better:


If we eat baked beans
Trust me, no one will wonder
If we ate baked beans

No good?

Let's forget the Orient.

How bout a stab at some poetry from my peeps. The Irish. And I'm talking limericks:


Old Seamus hailed from Delbruck
He drove a Wonderbread truck
One fine day he wrecked
His boss gave him heck                        
Said Seamus, "I don't give a f**k".

I think I'm getting in the zone here.

Wrestling down the muse.

Or maybe it's the third scotch kicking in.

Either way. I'm digging this poetry thing. Here's one more:


"What should I make for dinner," she asked
As they donned black leather and masks.

"Just whip up something nice today
While I pour a Marquis de Chardonnay."

Killer. I know.

And here's another.

This one is wait. I just got an e-mail from They want to publish my poems in their next anthology! And it will only cost me a few hundred bucks. Boo-yeah!

While I'm getting back to them, do you have any cooking poems you think our readers might enjoy? Bring 'em on!

And while you're at it. What say we open another bottle of Chardonnay? I'll get the masks...


  1. I couldn't agree more. Great post!

    Dropping by from Luxury Indulgence

  2. My youngest has added her poetry to my blog and is very proud of being published. She is itching to add more.

  3. Awesome - I prefer limericks to haikus HAHA

  4. Keep drinking the scotch Warren! LOL.
    What about songs?

  5. @Jenny. Thanks, again for stopping by. Glad this little ditty brought a smile!

  6. @Five Finicky Eaters. Bravo, KL! I certainly hope that I can serve as an example. Of how not to write poetry. :-D

  7. @Betty Martha. As do I. Especially since my math is horrible and it hurts my head to have to constantly count out the syllables. :-)

  8. @Di-licious. Hmmm. Songs. There's an idea! Perhaps a future blog post!

  9. Only you could get away with publishing a post on your food blog without the inclusion of actual food. You're too funny.

  10. You are too funny! I love the Marquis de Chardonnay bit! Oh my goodness! I'm splitting my seams!

  11. @Abbey. LOL! I'll make up for it on my next post!

  12. @ping. Glad it brought a smile! Perhaps I should open my own vineyard. :-D

  13. Glad to see you have a sense of humor! ;)

  14. @AdventuresOfAHungryLatina. Well, Thimetis, I figure if I can't satisfy folks with a great evening meal, at least I can make 'em laff. :-)

  15. I enjoy prose... So here goes

    Food arouses all the senses
    It deadens the defenses
    So if in doubt eat duck
    You'll surely get a ...kiss!!

  16. @Anonymous. LOL! Man, move over Walt Whitman. :-D

  17. I very much enjoyed the bean haiku :)

  18. @Sarah. Thanks! Lots more where that came from! (Haikus, I mean, not the subject of the haiku, lol.)