Food

The wheels turned

Food, Industrial, Life, Poetry

waterwheel.jpg

Museum of science and industry, castlefield, Manchester.

Inky’s thoughts on the waterwheel

Watching the water

turning the wheel

that moved the gears

that moved the cogs

which turned the stones

that milled the grain

to make the flour

that went into the bread

sold in the shops

the very next morning

Almond and Raspberry Bake

Food, Pleasures, writing

#Threewords #Food #Baking

8th September 2018

I was never a fan of almonds as a child

come to think of it – i never liked any nut if it was still in its shell.

it might have had something to do with the way you could never break them open

after the joys of unwrapping presents and the christmas lunch there was always the pain of cracking them open with a small hammer

and the feel of shards of broken shell inside your mouth.

So i avoided them in my youth – picking them out of my portions of fruitcake, watching what kind of fudge i was eating – that kind of thing.

Marzipan was public enemy No 1

even the favorite chinese was scrutinised for the phrase “May contain Nuts”

funny thing was i’d eat everything else – even chillis in a curry.

Till one day coming home from college – i’d entered a cafeteria nearby for a warm drink before catching the tram home.  I liked the look of the cake in the display so i ordered a piece….”Almond and Raspberry Bake ?” – The chef asked

Errr…”Yes Please”….I Paused….”Just a small slice”

My mind got transported to being ten again. I’d just ordered edible dynamite.

The hot chocolate wafted under my nose….I couldn’t leave it

I broke off a bit with the fork and swiftly started to eat,

It was different to my childhood memory – not grainy or sharp – and what’s more – it was sweet….with the raspberry jam, it was like eating a raspberry sponge…and it made the hot chocolate taste nicer in a way

By the time i’d finished my drink – the plate in front of me was empty

The edible dynamite – hadn’t exploded

So i paid my bill – and decided to celebrate

“Can i have another slice of that – for the way home please ?”

Carrot Soup

Food, Poetry

Tuesday 4th September 2018

#Food

a foodie acrostic, by inky

Carefully crafted by cooks of the highest order

A combination of the finest root vegetables , stock and seasoning

Rotating slowly in a silver pan until the

Root veg is just right, you can eat it as it is

Or stick a blender in the pan to make it nice and smooth

To pour into a serving turrine

Mis-shapes

Food, Poetry

18th August 2018

#chocolate

They’re the bits of your favourite chocolate bars

that didn’t quite make it past quality control

chocolate covered clumped raisins

meet up with lumps of honeycomb

and those dolly mixtures, that shot past the bag

but didn’t hit the factory floor

producing a chocolate surprise – white or brown

sold in bags in each and every town

no search for perfection here – its sold at cost price

but kids they go for it – it tastes just as nice!

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 ?”

Secret Recipe

Food, Poetry

#Food #Hamburger #Poetry

Salford,13th August 2018

You’re left with a dilemma

as you demolish your Quarter Pounder with Cheese

what was it – in the burger – or the sauce that

made your mouth drool at the sight of it?

They don’t call it a special sauce for nothing

As you retrieve the gherkin slice for the umpteenth time

Seasonings form a list in your head – everything from

Tomato and Onion to Mustard, salt and vinegar, and

Yet, although it makes your tastebuds go – identifying it is a mystery

Breadcrumbs

Acrostic, Food, Poetry

Salford, 11th August 2018

 

Breakfast time comes early for

Resident aviators in Salford’s skies

each one has their favourite dish

and some occasionally go for the fish

down below in the waters of the dock

caution though…avoids the shock as

resident birds fall on bread and cake

until the sun through the clouds breaks

maybe they know of the change in the air

but they’re happy being fed … so haven’t a care

Honeycomb Ii

Food, Poetry

Manchester, 11th august

 

#beeinthecity #manchester #hunnypot

 

six sided structure

created by worker bees

for the colony

 

sleeping in their nest

little bees dream of honey

from flowers next door

 

Travelling over air

homing pigeons cannot beat

worker bees radar

 

treasures collected

from inside the flower head

create a sweet thing

 

flavour from pollen

transferred to golden slices

by the hunnypot