Just published this year, this is a must have for not only the classroom but for the home.
A great activity would be to have raw vegetables, or different fruits like star fruits, pineapples, kiwis and other unusual foods to taste while you share these poems. A unique diversity connection program could be created through this poetry connection. Having parents share their cultural background through food by inviting families into the program with the homemade dishes for the class to try.
This poem by Robert Weinstock explores the days of the week with the foods related to them.
Monday
Monday smells like dinner rolls
Or is it buttered toast?
Or maybe oatmeal served in bowls
Smells like a Monday most?
Tuesday feels like lemon peels,
Through sometimes more like limes.
Tuesday also sometimes feels
Like clementines. Sometimes.
Wednesday’s mostly tuna fish
In casseroles with peas.
A gloppy goop all yellowish
With moldy cheddar cheese.
Thursday’s usually gingerbread
Or else it’s rhubarb pie.
But could be liverwurst instead
Of these. Don’t ask me why
Friday’s is a rack of ribs,
Beef fondue, and sushi boats.
And moo shu pork and plastic bibs
And also root beer floats.
Saturday’s like honeydews
Like cucumbers and kiwis,
Or Southeast Asian rambutans, whose
Juice is sweet like lychees.
Sunday should be filled with jam
and browned like griddle cakes
Then sliced like baked Virginia ham,
And rubbed like stomachaches.
Robert Weinstock
Weinstock, Robert. 2009. “Monday.” p. 20. Food hates you, too and other poems.
A good story
ReplyDeleteGK Chesterton: “The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
Voila: www.tastingtoeternity.com. This book is a poetic view of 30 of the best loved French cheeses with an additional two odes to cheese. Recipes, wine pairing, three short stories and an educational section complete the book.
From a hectic life in New York City to the peace and glories of the French countryside lead me to be the co-founder of www.fromages.com. Ten years later with the words of Pierre Androuet hammering on my brain:
“Cheese is the soul of the soil. It is the purest and most romantic link between humans and the earth.”
I took pen and paper; many reams later with the midnight oil burning Tasting to Eternity was born and self published.
I believe cheese and wine lovers should be told about this publication.
Enjoy.