7/06/2010

I don't need yer Grey Poupon (poem)



Let's talk about mustard,
It's not often that we do.
A manufactured condiment
That comes in a jar,
Purchased from the store.

Some say I'm a foodie, but
I had never thought to make my own.
In my defense
I've made mayonnaise.
Is mustard too mundane?

The recipe is short: mix seeds with vinegar.
We pay the French for that?

I tried this at home:
Half a cup of mustard seeds
And half a cup of vinegar
Together in a bowl.
That's all.

Two days later I put my nose down close.
"It smells like mustard"
I told Laura. She said
"That's because it is mustard"
What a revelation.

Delicious, creamy
Yellow, seedy.

Better.

2 comments:

  1. Anonymous23:45

    You go, Senf!

    Better check your heritage - it seems some dormant, but dominant, genes coming all the way through.

    the bavarian

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  2. Anonymous21:36

    don't ya have to whizzzz it up?

    the price of poetry
    is that you forfeit
    content for
    form
    ...

    (how many syllables do elipisiss have?)

    dB

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