In the spirit of the holidays, I want to share with you one of my favorite poems! Although this blog is all about me usually, I felt compelled to give you all this gift of laughter from another writer. This was written by the brilliant Elizabeth Bastos. She is a good friend, a stay-at-home-mother of two, an avid reader, and a recreational baker of French pastry. Her work has appeared online at Errant Parent, Food Network Humor, McSweeney’s and The New Yorker Magazine’s Book Bench blog. She can also be found at http://www.goodybastos.blogspot.com So here is a blessing for all of us during the high calorie holidays!
HAD ST. FRANCIS BEEN A FOODIE
make me a cooking utensil, perhaps a spatula, of your peace
where there is hatred, let me sow langoustines
where there is injury, poi
where there is doubt in the freshness of cheese, faith;
where there is despair, hope
where there is darkness, light golden brown caramel with fleur de sel,
and where there is thin plonk, joy, and a bottle of 1982 Chateau Margaux.
O divine Konditor Meister,
grant that I may not so much seek to be served risotto
as to serve others risotto;
to be understood as having great palate,
as to understand that not everyone does,
to be loved, as to love the maitre d’;
for it is in giving wicker baskets of seasonal organic microgreens
that we receive,
it is in pardoning those who eat protein shakes, we are pardoned,
and it is by “Death by Chocolate” cake
that we are born to the masthead at Saveur.