Saturday June 1st, 2013

The exercise:

Welcome to June! Write a four line poem about: the cook.

So we sold out of strawberries around 10 o'clock this morning. The market, as a reminder, opens at 8:30 and goes until 1. I'm already looking forward to the abundance we'll have to sell next weekend, while also wondering just how many pints we'd need to have in order to not sell them all by closing time.

On top of the fast-moving strawberries we also sold a lot more bedding plants than I'd been expecting. So overall it was probably one of our best markets ever.


She presents dessert,
Expecting her praises to be sung.
But I remain mute,
For her parfait has dissolved my tongue.


Greg said...

An hour an a half to sell out of strawberries, when the market's probably quietest? That's good going; sounds like you'll be needing that waterfall of strawberries that you were predicting a couple of days ago! Hmm. Now I can't stop thinking of strawberry jam....
Now that's quite a parfait – no chance of getting a bad review either though, which is possibly more important than glowing praise ;-)

The cook
He's read a hundred cookbooks,
He's reviewed a hundred more,
But this (his first time cooking)
Appears to be my floor...

Marc said...

Greg - I'd think a waterfall of strawberries would produce a rather tasty jam...

Well, that doesn't sound very appetizing at all. So much time wasted, it seems.

Unless all those books helped him to create a tasty floor dish?