You'll be hearing from the staff at FOOD52 every week in Too Many Cooks, our group column in which we pool our answers to questions about food, cooking, life, and more.
Today: April showers mightbring May flowers, but Aprilalso brings haikus.
At Food52 we love to cookBut we also love to rhymeAnd while our posts are often about recipes and booksWe are publishing poems all the time.
So when we learned that April was National Poetry MonthWe had to ask our staff to write us a little verseSomething fun and stress-free, maybe an ode to an overindulgent desk lunchAs long as it was not too rehearsed.
As the haikus streamed in we read, And as we read we laughed—Because what mattered was not the syllabic count, but rather, what was said. Turns out the whole of Food52 has a hidden craft.
This is our great confession.Food tastes better post reflection.
Do you love to rhyme? Do you count to seventeen all the time? Share your ode to food in poetic form in the comments below!
(Please note that some foods cannot be contained to the 5-7-5 structure.)
Samantha:Beefcake. Not the nameof a hunky dude, but onemore word for meatloaf.
This One Goes Out to Derek, by AllisonMorels on my pie,with ramps. Beauty and the Beast.Tube meat of the spring.
Spring Vegetables, by SarahJust when I start to fear you've gone the way of theDodo, you return.
Ramps, by ErinI wait all year long.When you finally show up,I will pickle you.
Jeremy:snip from the gardencolors combine in the kitchenfresh flavors abound.
Leandra: Frosted with sprinklesJelly-filled, sugar-dusted—Give me all doughnuts.
Hannah P:Eat cake for breakfastScarf down a salad for lunchMy diet is sad
Micki:I love me some cheese.There are 10 kinds in my fridge—I clearly need more.
Lauren L:Mushrooms, stinky cheese, capersHe does not care for.Holding out hope children do.
Hannah W:Chocolate chip cookies,oatmeal raisin, and fresh blondies.Don't tell my dentist.
Nicole:Please Ben and Jerry’s:Bring back Oatmeal Cookie Chunk.It is dearly missed.
An Ode to the Food52 Test Kitchen, by LeslieMy fridge is full ofchicken, rabe, and risotto—all because of you.
Jaime B: Pulled from the dirt, washedunder water, a turnipin all its glory.
Rachel:I asked your parentshow they've made it 30 yearsyour mom said takeout
Amanda S:We ate dill pickleswithout skins, mushed to a paste,and called it salad.
Jane W:April showers bringsoggy afternoon hours.There is always wine.
Kelsey:Not just for Friday,my most favorite perfume:Fresh challah baking.
Michael: I am not royal,But I have dreamt of beingThe King of Croutons.
Mei:Cold coffee is nice.Shake it: Super milky, sweet.Oh wait. That's ice cream.
Lucy:dewy melons and potato salad for dayswaiting for summer
Lindsay-Jean:She eats her veggiesby dipping them in mayo.Parenting success?
Lauren K:When I was littleI refused to eat withoutranch on everything.
Don't keep your poetry to yourself! Share your food-centric haikus in the comments below.
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