Wilyem Clark
11-19-2015, 11:52 AM
[a little dark humor for Thanksgiving!]
He is descended from the Caribs,
That anthropophagous tribe that once paddled
Among the windward Antillean isles.
From him I learned that babies taste best
Ground up and seasoned with allspice and thyme,
Hand-packed into patties, then grilled over charcoal,
And served with pickled cabbage and jam.
The heart of one's former employer should age
A week in the smokehouse; next, marinate well
In wine before cubing; alternate pieces
On skewers with tubers and chanterelles;
Sear before salting and baking one hour.
As for mothers-in-law: they're hard to make tender!
Pound their flesh with mallets and cudgels and clubs,
Throw atop firebrands, stoke the inferno;
When their ribs start shrieking—they're done, they're done!
He is descended from the Caribs,
That anthropophagous tribe that once paddled
Among the windward Antillean isles.
From him I learned that babies taste best
Ground up and seasoned with allspice and thyme,
Hand-packed into patties, then grilled over charcoal,
And served with pickled cabbage and jam.
The heart of one's former employer should age
A week in the smokehouse; next, marinate well
In wine before cubing; alternate pieces
On skewers with tubers and chanterelles;
Sear before salting and baking one hour.
As for mothers-in-law: they're hard to make tender!
Pound their flesh with mallets and cudgels and clubs,
Throw atop firebrands, stoke the inferno;
When their ribs start shrieking—they're done, they're done!