Cf.
every meal Almanzo eats in Laura Ingalls Wilder's Farmer Boy
Un-sumptuous leftovers from my first year at Eratosphere:
To-phooey
Tofu, you're the Prince of Lies,
forever trying to disguise
yourself as chicken, pork, or beef.
I can’t suspend my disbelief.
Tofu, you’re the Prince of Lies.
Although you fool my husband’s eyes,
his tongue recoils from you to hiss,
“Honey, what the hell is this?”
Tofu, you’re the Prince of Lies:
“The kids will get a big surprise
when you reveal you’ve fed them tofu.”
Whose kids are those? Mine always knowfu.
Tofu, I’ll waste no more tries.
I’m giving up. I’m getting wise.
My household always will despise
you, tofu. You're the Prince of Lies.
In the same thread, grasshopper (a.k.a. Maz, or Margaret, or M.A. Griffiths) posted this. Decidedly more sumptuous.
Afters
Unpeel me slowly, like the fruit
you placed on a white plate
ready to accompany the wine,
or the cake, frilly-papered,
that you eyed while you ate
your salad and brown bread.
The apricot warms, ripening,
the cake crumbles in its case,
sugar crystallising and re-melting.
Taste me slowly. Let me melt
into the granules of your tongue
like icecream on shingle.
Make me zing like lemonade
after strawberries, like sherbet
on a rod of liquorice. Make me
flesh and sponge, sweet
and sour, savoured, swallowed,
assimilated. Make me muscle.
(Maz)