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Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm. the necessity to feed and clothe this corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris revels more so within the medium of writing.
Aspirations toward fame nor fortune less significant than the mere pleasure to concoct a visually savory appetizing epistle. Food for thought more than to fill the void, where growling heard across the world wide web, thus, no anterior, interior or ulterior motive asper begging for money underlies this exercise. yet...if perchance a voluntary choice arises to dole out a smidgen of legal tender a name and addresses linkedin to this faux popinjay person, who tries to convey decency, humility, levity...qualities that wield zest.
Connoisseur Of Ethnic Cuisine
The theme seems apropos during Holiday FancyFeasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion witching hunting - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bombshell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone.
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Though anonymous and hardly
a substantially sized mwm baby boomer
(which dual disadvantages partly explains
lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full
to get attention from some well-fed dame
many popular rotund gourmands l'chiam tame
their hungry beasthood put me to shame
vis a vis consuming in their one meal,
what yours truly eats in a lifetime,
none of those celery buddies,
whom this non-television watcher can name
seen on any selective cable channel,
I still revel in writing while on the hunt
(during Red October) for a meme
poetry and prose, and decided
to introduce myself quite lame
with a NON-GMO marginal uptick
in any sudden fortune or fame,
yet t'would be pleasantly syrup prized
if interest from potential mistress didst exclaim
the desire to enjoy a repast, though
said hypothetical gal need not be a high society dame,
and if perchance such just desserts
came via the kitchen maiden kitty,
versus kit chin middens no boastful claim
would be uttered by me,
her intellectual company satisfactory aim.
First and foremost on the agenda,
would be to locate an affordable,
the casual and favorable eatery
tubby agreeable to our taste
indubitable choice without
(any formal dress code), nor further haste.
Strait away to the great weigh
(or if vegetarian – whey) station of delectable food
where the exquisite, expertise, and exotic
high steak king a claim on Michelin Guide,
Gayot Guide/Gault Millau, American
Automobile Association, Forbes
Travel Guide reputation good.
Testimony to legendary praise
explaining why patrons travel for countless days
transforming him/her into a steady state,
where he/she shuffles along
in a dishabille quotidian famished daze
far and wide culinary craze
out of this world wide web, the wispy Lyft
wafts trace steamy filament up braise
our noses, whereat heads nod affirmation i.e. ayes.
Even before making a glad entrance
(into Restaurant) complete a host of fresh, enticing,
and delicious aromas serve as a treat.
Delicate, foreign, hefty indescribable
ole factory stimulants delight
infiltrating thru swinging kitchen doors
holding us smell bound,
though thin filaments invisibly light.
Thus upon a strategic seat, we hoped for,
or politely sought from the manager of the house
ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity,
where impossibility to stave gaming hunger,
though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse.
Now decision time to select one delicacy equally
as appealing as the next on expansive menu list
the resultant penultimate decision method resorted to twist
then flick (with eyes closed) the wrist.
This once difficult task complete
twas now the responsibility of the maitre'de
to store within his/her memory,
which tummy appeared like an amazing
sumptuous (promising scrumptious) feat.
Minutes ticked away as our stomachs growled louder
patiently awaiting the grateful moment
to dine starting with clam chowder
poetry soup compiled
within me taste testing router.
Next in line from smorgasbord feast
hors-d'oeuvres ample enough to satiate thine palate
to whet from deep-fried delicacies greased
and self-restraint practiced
so the main course diminished least.
We fell upon butterfly jumbo shrimp
and marinated mushrooms when brought
an atavistic motion that memory wrought.
The Matzo ball soup with Jewish rye bread
went to the gullet with a dollop of butter thinly spread.
A vegetable, venerable, veritable, and spinach pie
herbivorous delight, the apple of my eye.
Parmigiana, pasta, and poultry
(albeit free-ranging
NON-GMO and gluten-free) dishes galore
kept off the figurative lid
(no matter stuffed to gills
ready to be mounted) to eat more
quite aware that mine waste
bulged whereby beltway buckle tore.
Last (but not least)
at the FINIS of this well-stocked meal
comprises the selection of dessert,
which samples visible from a glass-enclosed wheel
tickling that reserved “off limits” hot pocket
hashtagged for just such a sugary treat
thus summoning forth within an engorged abdomen,
nonetheless, an audible zeal.
That reserved allotted sweetly baked, fried, or whipped parfait
or countless another grandiose mouthwatering delicacy.
Ah...juiced enough wiggle room
for one decadent byte, perchance small
enough to roll around in the mouth,
like a Chocolat Mousse, or a honey ball.
Despite that ready to explode
simply eyeing a food tray
no longer in an ala mode vis a vis
clamoring for consumption
well aware of the morrow or sooner
this bloated dirigible fulfilled human
would dearly caloric wise pay.
