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Let’s write today about food. Your favorite(s) from when you were younger. What’s on your Kid’s Menu Hall of Fame? #
NPM2009: Prompt 5
Bud the Teacher
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photo credit: Bud the Teacher #
Let’s write today about food. Your favorite(s) from when you were younger. What’s on your Kid’s Menu Hall of Fame? #
I was born in 1965, and so dining out and fast food meals weren’t the order of the day @ my childhood home. When we did eat out, say, at MacDonald’s for example, I would order a small fries, soda and a hamburger. I would eat a bite, maybe two, and then give the rest to my Dear Father. I liked pickles, so, my father and brother would give the pickles from their burgers to me.
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Menu Options
I’m not a kid, he says,
and I am suddenly aware of how tall he is
(and wonder, how did that happen?)
and I notice how he won’t even look at the menu placed in front of him
that has the word “kid” jumping out at him in bold letters;
Instead, he steals a glance at my menu, like a thief,
and points his index finger right straight at a large plate of ribs
with fries and more food than one can even imagine tumbling off the sides of the picture
and he boasts, I can eat it all, no problem,
as his brothers look up from their crayons and coloring
and admire his audacity
while I consider the size of his stomach
in direct comparison
to the size of my wallet.
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Grill cheese,
Please,
Yellow, brown, and gooey
Warm, soft and chewy
Grill cheese,
Please.
Grill chesse is my daughter’s favorite food to order.
[...] by Rick Tanski on April 5, 2009 For Bud’s prompt 5, I submit this one inspired as I watched my son immediately dive into his drink after it was [...]
The Fizz
He likes to drink the fizz
From the top of pop
Fizz! Fizz! Fizz!
His eyes bulge
His lips pucker
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp
And a grin
His eyes twinkle
His lips curl at the edges
He’s captured the fleeting effervescence
Of bits of dancing bubbles
To quickly the fizz flattens and flees
Into the air
Like the breath of youth
Which, once exhaled,
Becomes the vapor of memory
In the mind of a father
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Shirley Temple
I can’t spell the type of cherries
That they use to make you
But Ani thinks that you are
As great as I did
When I was her age.
I stole into my kitchen-nook
Half hoping I might steal a look
At all the culinary fare
Located in that cook-house lair.
But in between the bric-a-brac
Hidden in recess, joint and crack
I found a store of mischief rife,
A veritable stock of life.
For just behind the biscuit tin
Bereft of scaley tail or fin
Two silverfish began to scurry,
Then scaled the pantry in a hurry.
Watched by a spider unaware
Who, on a bone just napping there,
Spied happily with the other eye
Her web entrap a butterfly.
And down beside a jug of figs
A pair of chocolate-brown earwigs
Lay dreaming of tomorrow’s meal,
A tasty piece of potted eel.
And more of tasteless base decorum
Waiting in that kitchen forum,
Holdings dense in rich variety,
Tenanted in just propriety.
Of all the city parks and zoos
Confining apes, cats, kangaroos,
More awe-inspiring imagery
Springs from my home menagerie.
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He wants the Sampler,
from the adult menu now.
Eleven comes fast!
Never saw them made,
Which is, perhaps, a Good Thing:
British sausages!
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