Battenburg

Eating, Food, Poetry

Salford 17th August 2018

battenburg

#Cake #Marzipan #Sweet #Battenburg #Sponge #Pudding #Jam

Built like

a sponge colossus

to many – a

teatime snack to

enjoy just after your chops and vegetables

now how much you have is down to you

but then again – its a question of how much sponge

unless of course, you don’t like Marzipan

reactions to this cake – understandable

“great!  can we have one more slice please ?”

Ode to a sandwich

Eating, Food, Poetry

Salford, 6th August

So, here we are, with a noble invention

A combination of ingredients

Now brought together, with love tween two slices of bread

Daintily paired, meats and vegetables

When required –  sauces or spices

It’s what you might call – a matter of taste

Combining flavour and texture – the eater

Happy in the knowledge, theres not much washing up!

 

Snack time

Childhood, Eating, Garden, Poetry

Bite

lunch was two hours ago

and dinner is hours away

the hunger pangs are out of the cage

And they’ve begun to play

So over to the brown bread you go

And forage for a filling or two

When the jars of peanut butter and jam

Located above tonight’s spiced ham

Decide to greet you hello

Just the thing till dad makes tea

And summmat that you’ll eat with glee

Out in the garden without delay

Before running around the garden to play

Eggy Bread

Eating, Food, Growing up, Pleasures, Poetry

Egg

This ain’t no restaurant “French toast”

it’s made over burning logs

in the country air

Foundation for the morning

Set against a glorious sunrise

and cups of camp tea

Thick crusty bread

absorbed in a lake of

golden runniness

Bacon awaits its partner

as it cooks away

in its fat

Poor Man’s omelette ?

after a night on the hills

it’s the food of kings.

Knives and forks ?

or eaten as a sandwich

only quandry – sauce Red or Brown ?

Fruit salad

Eating, Food, Fruit, Poetry, Strawberries, Treats

Savor

Fruit.jpg

The Oranges sliced, sing on the plate…
they’ve been quite lonely as of late
all alone in their bowl of blue
looking quite bright – but with nothing to do

Now with apples, diced they share
bowls that cooks of note prepare
with other fruit from orchards near
and strawberries grown in the fields each year

In places, you may find some peaches or pears
(depending on what chef has prepared)
mixed up lightly so the fruit is served loose,
served up in its own syrup or juice.

Served up from a place that is quite cold,
so they stay fresh and don’t go old.
A lunchtime, brunch, or evening treat
that any child would love to eat.

And served up wi’ th’ fruit to make children’s dream
is a serving of custard, or better – ice cream!
All served up in a coloured round bowl
An empty dish is the little child’s goal.

Quite a caper!

Eating, Food, Pleasures, Poetry

fishnchips

Caper

Harry Ramsdens, Old Trafford, Manchester

one saturday afternoon in May

mum and dad are down at little sisters – so here i am

eating a plate of cod and chips in the sunlight of a Manchester Summer

Haddock cant beat this combination

over the fish the tartar sauce goes

my tastebuds going wild for the tang

expectations going haywire

Hey – there was something there – unexpected

out of that lemony zing – a salty blast

maybe its being by the canalside – but then

even the restaurant cat knows – chef has added capers to his sauce