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Volume 7 Issue 1
Page 28
Page 28
| Henley may not have winced nor cried aloud, neither had he my guinea hen to savor In garlic, minced, and then stir fried. Among my friends, renowned for flavor. Sautéed, my incomparable filet of sole should be good enough for the gods to eat. Now reclining in a pit of charcoal a steak carved from, this memorable treat, A bull hobbled in place at the trough. His proud head brutally bludgeoned when downed, after a life of mass crowding in the rough, would match Henley’s, bloody, but unbowed. I am the mistress of my plate And I thank whatever gods may be (no matter, sipping wine, how un-straight my gait) for mushrooms, mangoes, shrimp, sukiyaki… |
| Invictus (As Julia Childs Might Have Seen Things) By Jean Marie Purcell |