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Spuds for Supper
by Kristina WoodhillLand of Famous Potatoes
Oven set to broil
Been flamin' 1,400 degrees
All August long
Smoke alarm is screamin'
Coals will soon be clinkers
Dinner's over due
But the chef has left
Her kitchen
Lookin' for
Fresh sour cream and chives 08/16/2013
Author's Note: Let's be clear. Idaho is burning - Beaver Creek Complex 92,000 acres, Elk Creek Complex - 111,977, acres and burning. Burns are overlapping into burns from last season.
Posted on 08/16/2013
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 08/17/13 at 01:32 AM I don't know but 1400 degrees seems pretty warm even to broil steaks I'm not sure if those Idaho spuds up to handling that temp or not. But it's cute anyway. Or did those spuds come out of your own garden in Oregon? |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/18/13 at 02:54 PM if odes are spuds, then keep em coming Miss Idaho. and what are odes if they be not dug up like spuds for the sizzling in oil, which in their case is not cruel fate, but only date with the human appetite. and what can one say about the chef who has left her kitchen but that she not remain prodigal but return one day. a man would starve otherwise, proficient only in boiling water. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/19/13 at 11:03 PM Great wordplay and humor. Vivid as hell, too. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/20/13 at 01:49 AM Between tornados, hurricanes, wild fires, and even the occasional earth quake, you Americans pay a high price for where you live, and really have your work cut out for you. Aside from that, how I love a baked potato smothered in butter and fried onions, and potato skins, the crunchier the better. Good luck with the fires my friend. |
| Posted by W. Mahlon Purdin on 08/23/13 at 02:15 AM Sour cream and chives is nice you know. Reminds me to be careful of what I ask for. Thoughtful and arresting. Many thanks. |
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