Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris revels more so within the medium of writing prevarication.

 

Connoisseur of ethnic cuisine

More so a culinary pipe dream versus being an actual way of life, though savory sustenance certainly preferred than bland tasting comestibles.

Said theme (and title of poem) seems apropos during Holiday Fancy Feasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion bewitching barenaked lady hunting advertisements - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time.

Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone.

Though anonymous and hardly

a substantially (rather puny) sized
married sexagenarian baby boomer,

which dual disadvantages partly explains
lack of ubiquity among

claque of cooks, yet hoop full

to get attention, especially
after burning ghee
at the Spring Valley Y.M.C.A.

sparking flattery courtesy

some well proportioned dame
many popular rotund

gourmands l'chaim tame

their hungry beast –

wah hood 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 NON GMO marginal uptick

in any sudden fortune or fame,

yet twould be pleasantly syrup prized

principally if compounded interest
from potential mistress didst exclaim

 

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,

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 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 twitching 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 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'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

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, apple of my eye.

 

Parmgians, pasta and poultry

(albeit free ranging

NON GMO and gluten free) dishes galore

kept off 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 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
mouth watering 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 by the morrow or sooner
this bloated dirigible fulfilled human
would dearly caloric wise pay.