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Rhyme Thyme |
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In honor of National Poetry Month and in conjunction with the Week of the Young Child, it is my privilege to present the following transcription of an original spoken-word poem composed by up-and-coming writer, Noah P. Stigeler, age 3 (all rights reserved):
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Couscous, Going Once! |
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Couscous is the ultimate grain for impatient cooks. The line for take-out is longer than the cook-time for this wonderful hard-wheat pasta. What’s more, it’s endlessly versatile. Perhaps that’s why it came to mind when designing a five-course dinner event to be auctioned off, in which I shall put down my pen and pick up my spatula, hosting the generous bidders on actual sustenance.
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National Poetry Month: Eat Your Words! |
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“April is the cruelest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain.” --T.S. Eliot’s famous opening to The Waste Land.
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So Nice, Niçoise |
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It had been a long week. Spring had sprung, then slipped a coil and left our Easter bunny with cold feet. After I watched his tracks disappear in the snow, I looked around the kitchen. Cookbooks were strewn like wet socks, recipe print-outs were spilling out of their files. I’d spent the week before playing recipe P. I., tracking down the right line-up for a family feast. Now, it was over and I needed a cup o’ joe and a lighter menu. But there wasn’t a single egg to scramble. They were all hard-boiled as a detective novel and painted as colorfully as prose.
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