I’m pretty sure I’m going crazy.
Last night, I came up with lines for a poem that I called, “Ode to Garlic.” It starts off like this: “O, Garlic, O Garlic. You are tastier than your friend, Ginger.” [If sung, please sing them to the tune of “Hey Brother.”]
I’m going crazy.
I know.
It was inspired by the smell of garlic on my fingers.
And soup. In which I used BOTH garlic and ginger. But, obviously, ginger did not get it’s claim to fame in a poem or a song.
But, really, I think the real ode goes to the crockpot. The crockpot that makes me think I’m a chef.
Or maybe to Jen Merz. Who threw five ingredients into her crockpot and made the most delicious tasting soup I’ve ever had. So, I recreated it for Soup Club.
Anyway, I promise I’m sane.
I’m off to go funnel some soup into jars.
And write a few more poems.
Happy Wednesday!
Question of the Day:
- Garlic or ginger?
- Favorite soup recipe? The fewer ingredients, the better. (I’m just lazy).
adriana lopez says
I love garlic and yes an ode is a perfect way to make an homage to such a perefct ingredient. I agree ginger should have an ode too =)