Roquefort by David Nutt

Roquefort Dark and damp with drafty corridors Hidden caves in limestone rock Allows the cheese to ripen lost in time This is the place were alchemy unfolds Like blocks of rounded marble they stand Proud and stately in silent pose Their crumbly dough streaked with veins of blue Palate and tongue tingle with delight Lactescent,… Continue reading Roquefort by David Nutt

Sausage Poetry by Ewa Chrusciel

I buy a sausage at the airport before I leave Poland. Kielbaska, kielbasa, kabanos, kabanosik. This, my transcontinental dowry. The sacrificial baby of my tongue. Foreign gods hover over us. If God lets my sausage in, I will eat it like a saint wreathed in incense, circle a table with Gregorian chants. Folkberg variations. The… Continue reading Sausage Poetry by Ewa Chrusciel

Wine Poetry: Terroir by Phil Coturri

Terroir is an Expression of Place   Terroir an expression of place enhanced by organic practices soil enlivened from extensive cover crops breathe flavor and intensity into fruit.   Terroir vineyards surrounded by gardens the complexity of arugula, Padrón peppers, ripening tomatoes, sunchokes to the bane of the farmer, the chicken, lending to exactness of… Continue reading Wine Poetry: Terroir by Phil Coturri

Food Poetry: “Segments of an Orange” by Jen Karetnick

Segments of an Orange How can I rest? How can I be content when there is still that odor in the world? — Louise Gluck   Hours before she died, my grandmother sucked dry three segments of a navel orange and, claiming her appetite had a short range, hooked out the pulp with her finger,… Continue reading Food Poetry: “Segments of an Orange” by Jen Karetnick

Coffee Poetry: Confessions of a Coffee Snob #3 by Jonathan Pacic

Breakfast is on the brain. Last week’s food poetry morsel included a plate of scrambled eggs that would have been perfect for Sun-Tzu, served up by poet Roy Mash. For many, the beginning of a day would be less welcome without a cup of coffee in hand. Even though I veer toward tea nine times… Continue reading Coffee Poetry: Confessions of a Coffee Snob #3 by Jonathan Pacic

Food Poetry: Cream of Tartar by Julia Wendell

Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about relationships between mothers and daughters. They can be so fraught of misunderstanding. My mother used to denounce my teenage years as the years I didn’t talk to her. How could I explain the gulf of emotion and crisis upon which I was cresting outside of writing and reading… Continue reading Food Poetry: Cream of Tartar by Julia Wendell

To the Next Superfood – food poetry

To the Next Superfood To whom it may concern and who has ears to learn, what passes the test one day will fall out of favor. Even now, I try and savor my name in newsprint, the widespread popularity, my far-reaching availability, and the rich talking points that come with this gig each day: high… Continue reading To the Next Superfood – food poetry

Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night

Poetry has its way of coursing its way into conversations unexpectedly. I’ve given up alcohol for the month of January, except, of course, I’m making an exception for Burns night. Burns night. It glimmered as a side comment in the long litany of instruction on how to properly roll out and blind bake tart dough. Much like… Continue reading Food Poetry Fete: Plan a Burns Night

Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem

Greens in Winter Stiff edged leaves want to stick fingers, prick them if unaware of their nature.   Winter has left us bereft, for years we knew what to expect. But now,   farmers throw their hands out to the fields, then up to the skies. When precipitation   makes some states quake, ours is… Continue reading Stinging Nettle Soup: Greens in Winter Food Poem

Pineapple Guava Curd

A pineapple guava sits on the counter huddled as if in conversation with green-backed friends. Its unseen skill paints the splotched cream walls of our kitchen into dappled light nudging through long leafy fronds of palm trees. I want to bottle the aroma, all mai tai and lapping waves of an ocean too turquoise to be real. In the… Continue reading Pineapple Guava Curd