Prairie Oysters
Lamb Fries
Huevos de toro
Meatballs!
Do you know
Where these treasures
Originated?
Or do you even care?
Oh come on
Its been a slow weekend.
I almost got drowned
Out at Pacific beach
I awoke to find
Someone had deposited
Money into my bank account
Overnight
Thanks!
Its only a thousand dollars
But finally after all this time
I have my medical disability
Since I have no work history.
My family used to own
Land in all these tiny enclaves
One of them was this train town
Crystal Pier
Used to be a ballroom
And a train stop
As well as an aquariam.
It now has all those
Cottages people used
To build and leave
On the beach
Now they are all
On the pier
Where I used to live
But those days
Of Gary and Tara
Have still not gone away
One or the other
Was always coming
Through the window
Or hitting me on the head
And shoving me into
A car trunk
The authorities could
Do nothing
But there was this
Little beach cafe
My parents
Began out of thier
House during those
Days when even the
Professors at the University
Of California did not get paid.
Finances have changed a lot
Now it is privatized
And does not have to
Have a fluent congress
To get those bills paid.
They still serve a good
Holiday meal
The rest of the time
It is breakfast by the beach
Or Happy hours
Before Sunset
Anyways it was pouring
Down rain
By the time I got
There and was being
Warned by the bus driver
I have been through worse
But there they were
Setting up outdoor heaters
And waitresses waiting
Around for customers
I was one of the first
To walk in and sat
Next to the window
Where I could watch
The water drench
The beach and eat
Real food.
My spine does not
Allow me to linger
It is when i got up
To go that we had
A flash flood watch
I laughed as I headed
Out the door
Only to find the street
Flooded
I had to go ankle deep
To get through the intersection
Where the bus stop
Was so close
And yet I stood there
Drenched from the knee
Down due to the sudden
Influx of water
My bad.
And I was yelling at the wind
When this guy comes by
Who looks just like...
Anyways I had to go
Get some food
It is Easter Weekend
And I was noticing
The Meatballs around me.
No Ham supper?
Or Lamb?
Hmm, I love lamb
But I began to think
About those days of travel
Where I became a vegetarian
At an unusual young age
While the adults
Were not aware of what
They were eating.
Persia
By the way is the answer
The meatball originates
From the land of Persia
Which is now Iran and Iraq
The first century
Has a cookbook
Or recipes of their food.
The rolled ball of meat
Was developed and served
It was originally lamb
Different countries
Serve it differently
The Swedish Meatball
Is supposed to be
Served with gravy
And suercraut
While Asia uses
Thier own unique sauces
And of course
Italy adopted it
As its national item
Plopping them down
On top of their spaghetti
With red tomato sauce
All America knew
Of Italian cuisine
Was pizza which was an appetizer
To the real meal
Which was mainly
Spaghetti and meatballs.
I don't know what
They served in Italy
But after the WWII
It was nothing but
In America
The grand great meatball
Of beef rolled in breadcrumbs
Not a gluten free item
There are now recipes
With herbs and apples
To jalapeno and cheese.
Noodles of course
Came back with
Marco Polo
From his tour of China
Which took twenty years
I bet he spent time
In prison!
All those travelers
Leave that out
In their stories.
But rice was the ingredient
Of boiled pasta
Thier main staple
Imagine boiling bread!
Thats what bagels
Are from those others
Who were once in the same land
Anyways the rice noodles
Are now all durum wheat
And tomatoes were brought
Back by Chrisotpher Columbus
To make a sauce
Just waiting for those little balls.
What did they eat before that?
Well, they ate the whole cow
In other words
Cattle which are part
Of Europe's history
Were not wasted
They were also
Castrated in order
To develop those bit guys
Not that the Spanish
Matador would face
A eunuch in the ring
But the rest of them
If they were not
Producing milk
For cheese
The girls that is
Had their balls cut off
Testicles are also
Considered a delicacy
Served in Spain
As well as the Midwest
And even in Asia
Were they use goats
For meat
Ball shaped things
Deep fried
Or sautéed with onions
I also did not eat anything
Suspicious by covering
Its true nature
With flour and deep frying
Although I was surpriesed
To find that in England
Thay actually serve
Fish in a deep fry batter
Not bad
Especially if one could
Find a poor propiteer
Who used buckwheat
Or other type of flour
Than the highly allergic
Wheat
Also from the land
Of the holy ones
And grown in Africa
Where they also serve
The whole cow.
Those dainty things
Are not small
And sometimes
The only thing
The poor can afford
They probably served
Them in a red sauce
One with blood as its source
Also part of the whole cow
Where the whale was cut up
Into all its parts
For glue and perfume base
The cow or goat
Gave its all as a food source
Ironically in America
Those pig farmers
Were given a separate
Part of the city
These were not the Jews
Who don't eat pig
Who also have those things
But usually Muslims
Who found sheep
Filthy to raise
And preferred bacon
To mutton
The old quarter system
Or ghettos as we call them
The poor will always be with us...
Tomorrow is Easter Sunday
In the western
Catholic Christian world
The Pope is sick
But his main duty
Is those holiday masses
Christmas and Easter
Get out of bed
Lazy slug
And go out to those
People who keep
Congregating at the gates
Saint Peters square
Which is not shaped
As a square but as a key hole
Is the main plaza
Of the Vatican
Which is a city of its own
Not under the domination
Of the Italian government
And it was once owned
By France at one time
Which is probably
Where the Swiss guard
Came from
One used to have
To be from Switzerland
To become a guard
In Italy at the Popes place
Anyways the poor guy
Has not recovered
From his respiratory virus
They say he has a cold
But we know he is going
Into pneumonia
If he does not stay
In bed...
But he will be up they say
And I who have still not
Gotten over my nonpneumatic
Asthmatic state
And have been running
A temperature
Since last weekend
When I missed my event
Will be up at midnight
To watch this guy
Who has not had a good enough
Run of things
Hope he does not faint
Or worse
But at least they will not
Be serving him
Meatballs!
For his Italian supper
Perhaps he will get
Those tasty dainties
While i still prefer
Liverwurst
Especially the duck variety
On occasion for my own
Divergence
From fish, salmon, tuna
And occasionally sliced beef
Cant afford anything else
Although I enjoy a good
Beef stew with root vegetables
Are you sure this is beef?
Oh yes, their head nod
Only to find it tastes funny...
Not convinced it is not
Something nasty
Which is why i also
Prefer salami
Which lists its ingredients
As opposed to those
German sausages
Which are not only
Jimmies favorite pig
But also have blood
In them.
Jimmy never reads
The ingredients
Nor the recipe
I bet he would love
To eat some
Fried Oysters....
Which are ???
Well, I am going
To catch my cold
Sitting up for that man
To give his religious mass
Whereas I once lived amongst
The American Russians
Who always made you
Welcome in their community
Now are in hiding....
Well I prefer my meat
Recognizable
Not round shaped
Shepards pie
Is a good lamb meal
When it is not cow.
As for politics
One can read anything
They want into my delivery
Tonight
There were those three guys
Who walked into a bar
And had to do a stand up
Performance on stage
Three Presidents on stools
And then there was the other one
Who walked into a wake
At least it was not one
Of those Jewish things
Were one might
Accidently get lifted up
In the air
Used to hear those guys
In San Francisco
Describe why they ran
Away from home
And preferred walking small dogs
And holding hands
With another guy
Ugh, those women....
Persia was once
A nice place in the old stories
Of rich princesses
And poor thieves
Who had a heart
And never ate another guys....
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