Gluttonous connoisseur of ethnic culinary cuisines

Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse, excite, inflict outstanding pleasure upon every taste bud on mine tongue.

 

Asia generic gastronomy guy, I know how one can wolf down gourmet foods witnessing expanding girth; a destructive transformation clearly beyond any excessive enthusiasm. The necessity to feed and clothe this corporeal essence christened Cookie Muenster 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 address indeed willingly linkedin to this faux popinjay person, who tries to convey decency, humility, levity...qualities that wield zest.

Food glorious food I savor
across the gamut of tastes,

not more than one over another

does yours truly favor.

 

Though anonymous hungry for fame

well fed writer wannabe and hardly

a substantially sized married baby boomer,

which dual disadvantages partly explains

lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks,
yet cautiously optimistic if I plug away
and craft this, that or another poem
yours truly would be in seventh heaven
if tinkering with words
could bring me bread and butter.

 

Many popular rotund

corpulent gourmands tame

their hungry beasthood easily 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

portly chaps exuding, inviting,

and offering odysseys

to appease palate uttering l'chaim,

 

I still revel in writing while on the hunt

(during Red October) for a meme

poetry and prose, and decided
absent clear and present danger

to introduce myself quite lame

with a NON-GMO marginal uptick

in any sudden fortune or fame,

yet twould be pleasantly syrup prized

if desire and interest to enjoy a repast

from potential buxom waitress didst exclaim

 

enthusiastically ideally after subtly
trying get her attention
said hypothetical well-fed 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,
verboten fruits denied me
mine lack of politesse I would blame

her intellectual company satisfactory aim.

 

First and foremost on the agenda,

would be to locate an affordable,

casual and favorable eatery

tubby agreeable to our wallet and taste

indubitable choice without

(absent any formal dress code),

lettuce go 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 claim on:

Peterson's Field Guide, 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 Uber Lyft

wafts trace steamy filament up braise

through nostrils of 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 off 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'd

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

hello poetrysoup compiled

within me taste testing router.

 

Next in line from smörgåsbord 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 waist

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 sweet

baked, fried, or whipped parfait

or countless other grandiose

mouthwatering delicacy.

 

Ah...juiced enough wiggle room

for one decadent byte, perchance small

enough to roll around in the mouth,

like a Chocolate Mousse, or a honey ball.

 

Despite feeling ready to explode
hence yours truly uttering oy vey

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
despite going Dutch heavily pay

witness by need pointing
all the way to highest number

showing us how much we weigh
penny wise pound foolish yay!