Bubble and Squeak

Christmas, Food, Poetry

Salford, 29th December 2017

I knew it was coming – the creation of a masterpiece.

something from the remains of the Christmas feast – to warm everybody up

chef using concoctions to heighten the flavour of the dish

in first went the potatoes (roast and boiled), and then the onion – accompanied by a drop of oil.

then went the parnsip, turnip and swede.  followed by the carrots

the meat from the leftovers cubed and joined in the heat by a stock cube

and as you listened to the pan – the contents started to bubble

half way there – and with the turn of the veg – it started to speak

squeaking away with a sizzle