Tag: Chips

Ode to a fish slice

Salford, 17th May 2020

The latest challenge to members of the write club

Write a poem on a kitchen utensil……i did mine on a fish slice

Oh noble utensil

Rescuer of the friday night supper

As the chips cook under the lights under the grill

Note as you look after your charge

Guiding it around so its batter armour doesn’t break

Even your fellow utensils on the range know – this takes patience.

And when its time for the king of the cod to

Meet up with his army of

Brilliantly browned potatoes

Every precaution is taken to

Rest his majesty into the protection of his soldiers

Tags acrostic, Battered, Chips, Cod, Cooking, Fish, Home, Kitchen, Lockdown poems, Pan, Slice, Utensil, writeclub

Acrostic Food Poetry

Dinner

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 23 Apr 2020
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Salford , 23rd April 2020

#fowc #dinner

Dining, in all of its forms

is an art form that’s

not to be missed, now you can enjoy a salad or

notibly, the roast beef, veg and yorkshire pudding but

everyone secretly has a favourite take away –

roaming over there at weekends for a supper of fish and chips

Tags Chips, Dining, Dinner, Eating, Fish, fish and chips, fishandchips, Napowrimo, Roast Beef, takeaway, Vegetables, Yorkshire Pudding

Acrostic Animals Life Poetry

Seagulls

Post author By inkdropk
Post date 2 Apr 2020
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Salford , 2nd April 2020

Speckled gull, Salford Quays – created in charcoal with Painter Essentials by Inky

Someone is hovering over Salford’s bins

every day they’ve been seen – on spying missions

and some say – they’re worse than the pigeons

gracefully flying through the skies

until the bins on the waterside are

looking full – likelihood is – they’ll chance their

luck – with a lass coming home from the chippy

Tags bins, Chippy, Chips, Covid-19, Fish, fish and chips, Flying, Girl, Napowrimo, Pigeons, Quays, Salford, Seagull, Shop, Spying, Swooping, Waterside

Food

Fish and Chips – Kind Of

fish in parsley sauce – impressionist by inky.

The noble fish sat on my plate

hadn’t had a battering

it had been enjoying a bath like Cleopatra

getting all warm and tasty

Upon leaving the path it was

wrapped up in a coat of green

to enhance its wonderful flavour

and rested on a bed of buttery potato

And while it lay there in on the plate

lying in its luxury

a cohort of peas stood on a potato ridge

to keep it safe from wondering eyes

But alas all were devoured

in the haze of white and green

grappled apart by trident and sword

by the chef and his guests

Tags Bed, Butter, Chips, Cooking, Eating, Fish, Food, Fork, Green, Knife, Mash, Milk, Parsley, Peas, Plate, Poached, Poetry, Potato, Sauce, Sword, Trident

Poetry

a quarter of sweets for half a pound a drumstick lolly that’s hard to beat lemon drops for a special treat chocolate footballs and fizzy drops the magic candy that fizzes and pops cola bottles and sherbet tubes candied shrimps and pineapple cubes Now , don’t eat them all now, they’re a treat, we agree but eat them all and you wont eat the fish and chips for your tea!