Recipe :
broken hand
mill gris
sound of ball bearings catching
sleepwalking murderer
Mix thoroughly :
until smooth
poster paint
smell of egg
pours like density
Bake at 350° :
until a knife comes clean
golden like waves
sizzle
then
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cooking. Show all posts
28 February 2017
23 January 2017
Poem-A-Day #329 : [Cornmeal on the hands - a burn - a polish -]
[Cornmeal on the hands - a burn - a polish -]
Cornmeal on the hands - a burn - a polish -
that becomes the glue sealing the broken ceramic bowl -
that lived on grandmas shelf -
It is like a gymnast at the double bars -
this bread making - it is an act for the cameras - will be scored -
Perhaps the fingerprints will vanish in it -
give way to rising and lowering tides - it would fit -
a buttered flesh for a buttered flesh -
Cornmeal on the hands - a burn - a polish -
that becomes the glue sealing the broken ceramic bowl -
that lived on grandmas shelf -
It is like a gymnast at the double bars -
this bread making - it is an act for the cameras - will be scored -
Perhaps the fingerprints will vanish in it -
give way to rising and lowering tides - it would fit -
a buttered flesh for a buttered flesh -
02 June 2016
Poem-A-Day #94 : Making Brownies (An Apocalypse)
Making Brownies (An Apocalypse)
There are days after the apocalypse where we only eat brownies with whatever berries we can find
This is appropriate - it is the only recipe card left - the others are burnt
the ink on them invisible under the dark colors across their surfaces
One still has a smudge of red on it - jelly? - and another has a little drawing of a strawberry - but the foods on them have faded
How are we still making brownies?
There are no eggs or chocolate - there's water and flour but it's made from grass - no milk or butter or anything resembling sugar...
But here they are - this time with those little red berries that are bitter until you cook the hell out of them and then they are just mush
The card says to bake them in an oven that we don't have - the sun does the trick
There are days after the apocalypse where we only eat brownies with whatever berries we can find
This is appropriate - it is the only recipe card left - the others are burnt
the ink on them invisible under the dark colors across their surfaces
One still has a smudge of red on it - jelly? - and another has a little drawing of a strawberry - but the foods on them have faded
How are we still making brownies?
There are no eggs or chocolate - there's water and flour but it's made from grass - no milk or butter or anything resembling sugar...
But here they are - this time with those little red berries that are bitter until you cook the hell out of them and then they are just mush
The card says to bake them in an oven that we don't have - the sun does the trick
16 April 2016
Poem-A-Day #47 : Making Salisbury Steak
Making Salisbury Steak
Meat hitting marble
))(((( ...
How clean is this counter
...
Don't think about the smallness of bacteria
how they creep like the waves of sound
))))((
The boards p o p
and black
like in water like full of mold
Do not think about mold
...
How the small hairs reach
and catch at your lungs
The rasp
of knife on metal
/ /
the knife on \ \
Don't think about the time the knife was
at your throat
...
The small presses of the serrations
the pin pricks rising ...
Bake at 350
until golden until pink
Meat hitting marble
))(((( ...
How clean is this counter
...
Don't think about the smallness of bacteria
how they creep like the waves of sound
))))((
The boards p o p
and black
like in water like full of mold
Do not think about mold
...
How the small hairs reach
and catch at your lungs
The rasp
of knife on metal
/ /
the knife on \ \
Don't think about the time the knife was
at your throat
...
The small presses of the serrations
the pin pricks rising ...
Bake at 350
until golden until pink
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