Easter Eggs

"Aint nobody that
can eat fifty eggs!" My son
ate three. Bellyache.

Steamy

Black mussel shells part
revealing white wet sweet lips. 
Vaguely arousing.

Good Friday

Fish market packed with
hungry Catholics, novice
pescatarians.

Lenten Feast

Clams and mussels steamed
with garlic and dry white wine.
Abstinence?  Not sure.

Simmering Stock

The purple onions
bob amongst bones. The stockpot
illuminated.

Campbell's Bliss

My son lovingly
slurps soup: chicken and stars from
a can.  Happiness.

Saint Patrick's Feast

Corned beef: mustard, cloves,
honey slathered.  Simmering.
Serve with colcannon.

Motivation Restored

Dirty dishes. Ugh.
Friend calls: picks a banjo tune.
Now wash with a smile.

Second Breakfast

The  toddler and dog
agree: scrambled eggs taste best
off the kitchen floor.

Saturday

A toddling toddler
toddles on my kitchen floor.
I cook scrambled eggs.

Saucy Solution

Another Friday.
Exhaustion envelops us.
Pizza delivered.

Birthday Dinner

Tiny fingers clutch
meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn.
Daughter's first birthday.

Backyard Boil

Crawfish, potatoes,
corn, dumped over newspaper.
Cayenne blazing lips!

Fish Fry

Bushels of silver
smelt, jewels grabbed from Lake Champlain.
Iron skillet warms.

Long Island Communion

Bluefish from the Sound,
caught, smoked, and devoured with
my beloved brothers.

Sugaring Off

Maple sap dripped drop
by drop into old milk jugs.
Fire, ghosts, and sweet steam.

New Haven Style

Coal-fired oven,
charred crust, dripping cheese and sauce.
O,  Pepe's Pizza!

Canary Restaurant, Fahaheel

Roast lamb on a spit,
tabouleh, humus, pitas.
A desert bounty.

Adirondack Grandmother

Her marinated
bear roast in wine and garlic:
succulent, feral.

New Orleans Lunch

An oyster po'boy
at Frosty's.  Mug of root beer.
The South in your mouth.

Savory Ambrosia

Atop the cracker:
a sardine and Sriracha.
Hot crunch salt fish yum!

Chef John

A pleasant day spent
browsing Foodwishes dot com.
Jester slash genius.

Doughnut Deluxe

Buttercream and jam,
hidden, waiting, in pastry:
beloved Bismark.

Alabama Grandma

Every vegetable
held bits of ham or bacon.
I miss those collards.

Haze Gray

The clear clam chowder
on the Connecticut shore:
essence of the sea.

After the Feast

Sink groans with dishes:
side-effect of my passion,
as welcome as Death.

Arabica Arises

Coffee aroma:
a caffeinated morning.
Intoxicating.

School Lunch

Peanut butter first,
then jelly.  Cut off the crusts.
Juice box.  Apple sauce.

Badass Batali

Molto Mario.
Linguine con vongolle.
I watch; munch Cheetos.

Bivalve Blitz

A gift from a friend:
wild scallops, caught nearby!
Garlic, butter, wine.

Waiting for Spring

Strawberries in March:
synthetic.  A mannequin's
plastic emotions.

Barbecue Revived

Leftover pork ribs,
pinto beans: disintegrate.
Slow cooker magic.

Stinking Rose

Garlic under knife
flat crushed by my pressing palm.
Smash!  Trenchant odor.

Essence of Comfort

Baking sourdough.
Tantalizing aroma
of fermentation.

Not Always With Success

A culinary
intuition is what I
use.  No recipes.

Homemade

The stock simmering
on the stove; chicken noodle
soup for supper.  Mmmmm.