My ode to Bruce Bogartzs' duck breast got us a last-minute good table last night for New Year's eve! I told you poetry was useful!
Ode to the Duck Breast at Rouxbarb
With thanks to Bruce Bogartz
My butter knife slices through the duck breast,
and my French friend weeps,
“Better than Paris! Who knew
one could find this délice in Knoxville!”
Even the vegetarians are cooing
and sighing, tomato jam here,
pimento popovers across the table.
“Like piñatas for the mouth,
true amuse-bouches,” I say.
I say! Jirome is amused by
barbeque sauce on the duck.
“Brilliant!” “Witty!” and he’s not
raving about a Broadway show,
but about this razzle-dazzle play
for the tastebuds.
And the mouth is happier than at rest,
in concert with eyes that feast
on a pinwheel of slices, nose that insists
this is a Southern affair, tongue that
weighs a morsel of duck breast for
a fractional split second
Cheers and Happy New Year! Love, Marilyn
Causes Marilyn Kallet Supports
Southern Poverty Law Center, US Holocaust Memorial Museum, ACLU, Amnesty International, Save Darfur.