Kitchen Bards

A few weeks ago you printed a poem--ode to meatloaf by letter writer Philip Rock (Letters, June 29) in you r pages. I was reminded of a poem I wrote a couple of years ago.

I have always felt that creating an apple pie was a treat for all the senses. Hence, “To Eat a Poem.”

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To Eat a Poem

First you need apples

green, tart, pared and cored,

breathing apple aroma

through every pore.

Then fill an unbaked

pastry shell to overflowing.

Blend aromatic cinnamon

spicy ginger.

Sprinkle lavishly

over apples

add small dots of butter.

Pause to inhale

the bouquet.

Tuck all under a pastry

topping, slash

seal edges tightly.

Place gently in oven,

let the wonderful

redolence surround you.

Once delicately browned,

remove from oven.

Cool.

Eat and revel,

you are devouring a poem

for all your senses.

--HUNE CHASE

Los Angeles

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I am offering a little poem I wrote many years ago, but it has never been published.

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Who’s Cooking

Grandma fixed her meals from scratch;

Chopped the wood, then lit a match.

Mother’s cool was never lost;

She simply let her frood defrost.

Daughter put her beef or mutton

In a microwave, then pushed a buttion.

--WALTER J. FRISCH

Seal Beach