Wednesday Haiku: Favorite Fruit

trees, stems, leaves, pickers

to my farmer's market stands

plump, tart, sour, sweet

Wednesday Haiku: Delicious Guilt

red yellow or green

and mercury toxins. Still

red, rare seduction

Wednesday Haiku: The Perfect Drink

gilt effervescence 

glistens so glamorously

indulge any day

Wednesday Haiku: Outfit

with strings tied in back

stains and splatters on the front

clean chic homemaker

Wednesday Haiku: Favorite

shells, feet, and filling

a sweet spectrum of rainbow

the delicate treat

Wednesday Haiku: Some More

embers burn flames bright

expanding warmth, turns golden

cracker, chocolate, bite.

Wednesday Haiku: Chez Barista

Dark roast beans glisten 

Freshly ground in my kitchen

Percolate, listen.

Wednesday Haiku: Remy's Dish

purple green red red

garlic onion olive oil

stew summer's bounty

Wednesday Haiku: Larry

bark-brown crimson turns

an electrically pink-red

nature, raw. cooked, claws.

Impromptu Haiku Contest

Yesterday I decided I to get someone this copy of Michael Ruhlman's Ratio I have lying around that went unclaimed by its winner from the initial giveaway. So I went to Twitter and asked you all to send me food haiku and I would choose a winner after I had compiled fifteen. 

Here they are: 

Wednesday Haiku: Morning

plain cup white lid, bagged
faux cream of vanilla french
metal plastic box

Introducing Wednesday Haiku

For a little while I've been debating something I could do regularly to ensure at least one post a week. Life, as it gets from time to time, has been quite busy as of late. I haven't been posting as frequently and its not for lack of inspiration but merely lack of time to devote to writing and writing well. It has never been my style to slap up a series of photos and put them out into the blogosphere to be ignored. 

What I have come up with for you combines two of my dear loves and creates a format I will easily be able to maintain on a weekly basis: culinary haiku. Somewhere in my heart I believe I have felt inspired by haiku even before learning about them in school. My affection for them flourished in one of the most memorable classes I took as an undergrad at SUNY Geneseo: Literature and the Environment. One of our first assignments was to write haiku. We were also asked to keep a journal for class. Somewhat naturally the two combined for me and I am glad to have a small notebook replete with haiku on a variety of topics. Typically haiku is supposed to focus on themes in nature, but I quickly argued in class and maintain the argument today, that everything that surrounds us is nature because it all exists within the natural world. Sure, a tree that grew without being planted or cultivated that lives in a dense forest may be more natural than a laptop, but they both are made from the earth and its naturally occurring inhabitants.