Artsy Food-sy: A Poem in Appreciation of Good Food

#12 salad

it’s february,

and it lettuce take for granted the californian season

but I didn’t squash the fruit flies tracking our bag of apples, rather gave them persimmon

perched against it, yew kept the oak tall

and in our consumption—you were comfortable, because that is just how yew are, steeling my beets heart.

we mango’d, even though it wasn’t organic—you know I don’t dance well

and you called-me-flower in the winter sun.

snacking, I thought we were a good pear, but

suddenly, you grasped-and-berried the ingredients into the salad—

insisting that I eat some cheese if I was going to wine.

I wrote this poem after enjoying the first crisp February afternoon snacking on spaghetti squash, salad, cheese and wine in a mystery field my friend took me, and since that day, I cannot find again. Hope you caught all the foods we snacked on—take a hint from the title...

Getting together with friends and making a meal is an important thing. It’s a simple act that acknowledges the social and communal aspects of sharing a meal, and aligns food—even for one evening—back to the centre of our meaningful relationships. If you haven’t done a potluck, or simply eaten a meal with a few people in a while, pick up the phone—and have a real conversation—to get a date set, and become allies united by good food!