Reciprocity

Food Poem Friday on Thursday: Ode to the Onion

By • August 30, 2012 • 2 Comments

Every Friday, and sometimes on Thursdays, we’re mixing things up with a different kind of food writing. More specifically, food poetry to be read slowly, over your morning coffee. Today, onions get the royal, poetic treatment. 


Around these parts, we like to put our produce on a pedestal. If you know us well, you know that we’re not kidding: we get down and dirty with a different variety each week, we elevate them to new heights, we make fancy the tired and abundant squashes of August. 

Onions get the limelight for today, not from us, but from Pablo Neruda. We’re pretty proud of our content, but no one has ever word-smithed onions quite like he has. If they weren’t already, he made the familiar allium beautiful and lyrical and, our favorite part, have bellies of their own. 

Read it for yourself, and then use one in a recipe, just for good measure.

 

Tags: what we're reading, food poem fridays, gastronomica, pablo neruda, onions, ode to the onion

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almost 2 years ago Brette Warshaw

I once had to read five extremely descriptive and sensual Neruda poems out loud to a class of 30. I've never been so red in my entire life.

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almost 2 years ago LauriL

Nice addition to my morning! Boy, he certainly has reverence for his onions! I will definitely look at them with a new appreciation