Expecting a hungry poet to visit for a few days, and worried what you’ll dish up?
Here are a few tasty recipe suggestions, taken from the venerable
“Ezra Pound Scrambled Eggs and Pine Nut Casserole”
Go to a dark wood and collect a cup of pine nuts. Soak in vinegar. Secure a dozen duck eggs. In an overwrought crockpot, scramble eggs. Add pinch of gall or to taste. Grate one ode over eggs. Sprinkle pine nuts over top. Bake in pre-heated oven at 500 degrees for 30 minutes. Serve with cornbread laced with peperoncini, cappuccino, and a canto of Chianti. Feeds one starving poet.
“Torqued Tongue Dylan Thomas Beer Fried Bread”
Crack a dozen or so large, farm fresh goose eggs into a copper kettle. Pour in pint bottle of fuggles double hopped ale over low heat. Stir and simmer while drinking pint bottle of Fat Cheek IPA. Slow fry half pound of thinly sliced rabbit breasts and pig tongue in palm oil in separate skillet. Add pressed garlic and green tobacco juice and open a bottle of Pig’s Knuckles Lager. Cut thick slices of molasses bread. Slosh bread slices in runny egg batter. Let soak. Turn up heat under rabbit and tongue, careful not to set oil afire. Pour tablespoon of hot rabbit and tongue and palm oil juice into saucepan. Add tablespoon of butter. Dip and douse egg and ale soaked bread in rabbit and tongue palm oil butter mix. Cook over medium-high heat until bread turns crisp. Flip and fry other side. Open a bottle of Curly Hair Ale. Serve bread covered with rabbit and pig tongue open faced with mustards and quart bottle of In My Craft and Sullen Brew Ale. Stout, bracing snacks for poetry reading.
“Richard Brautigan Boozy Brunch Brouhaha”
Catch a bunch of fresh trout with metaphorical flies in the falls of your basement stairs. Gut and clean fish. Cook fish outdoors on a stoop in a cast-iron skillet filled with Saint Francis of Assisi Ale. Drink what remains of ale while cooking fish. Red table wine may be substituted for ale if fish fail to bite. After eating fish and downing ale or wine, take a long nap.
“Bukowski Barbecued Braised Lamb Brisket with Whiskey Cider Sauce”
Build a fire by setting a match to rejected poems squashed under briquettes in the bed of a cast iron typewriter. Cut and skewer the whiskey cider sauce soaked lamb with pencils and pens. Hold briskets over typewriter fire until charred around the edges and pink in the middle. Eat hot from fire while drinking whiskey neat out of a used beer can.
“Marianne Moore’s Chocolate Moose Palm Balls”
Unstitch three horsehide baseballs and remove innards. Sew baseballs back together with typewriter ribbon, leaving small opening. Into opening, stuff bits of bittersweet chocolate, rolling ball around in palm until baseball is full and firm. Sew baseball closed. Place baseballs on cookie sheet in 90-degree oven for three hours while listening to Yankees game on the radio. Remove balls from oven and let cool. Open small hole in ball. Suck out chocolate through a straw.
“Stolen Plum Tart Dessert”
On an early Fall evening, during suburban supper hour, sneak through neighborhood back yards collecting plump, purple plums fallen from ignored trees. If caught stealing plums, apologize and offer to pay for the plums with poems, one each. Explain that you are a doctor making house calls. Get invited inside the house. Check the kids’ ears, noses, and throats. Whip up a plum whiskey lemon sour and share some TV game shows. Carefully examine family members for poems while your plum pudding cools in the icebox.
“Li Po Midnight Snack”
On the warm summer night of a bloated moon, walk down to the river with a jug of rice wine. Drink responsibly until the jug is empty and the moon has swept down river and over the falls. Return to your shack and sleep until the pony’s whinny wakes you to the smell of scrambled eggs, pine nuts, and hot black tea, and no one is reading poetry.
For my recipe….
Two Rusty Nails (35%scotch, 65%drambuie, neat but chilled)….
wasabe & soy sauce almonds…
Rinse & Repeat until nicely toasted…..
Old nails. On to something there. The old, hand carved kind, square nails. Two rusty nails walk into a bar, one round, the other square. Bruichladdich! one of the nails orders. Sorry, the barkeep says, it’s behind the paywall.
Fine, give me whatever is on tap then :-)
I think I’ll have my metaphorical Marianne’s balls on the side. For the main, the pony’s whinny sounds interesting. For dessert, my plums must be purple and plump and ignored. I should like Poets Corner after dinner and I shall be taken under a bloated moon – whilst there – I will meet with said faux ENT specialist and have my poems fully cleansed. Should my fuggles be troubling me upon rising the next morn, some Pigs Knuckles may act as the hair of the moose. I look forward to slopping my dripper with you at some time.B
Wonderful order. Well done. And after all that, the waiter turns and yells to the fry cook: “cheeseburger pepsi!” But no, that’s a meal to savor, B, properly and all, slow, multi-course meal, and then slop the dripper! You’ll need a spoonerism for that.
How fun! Crowded Earth Kitchen gives away food-related books, and I’ve sure never seen one quite like this!
Ah, the real thing. Great blog over at Crowded Earth Kitchen for anyone in need of something real to eat! Thanks for stopping by.
What economy of comment! Thx.