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Ann French

Meagre Rations


You cut through my feelings

like a hot knife slicing butter

sautéed me in a pan

turned the heat up to ‘high’.

I sizzled for a while

edges turned golden, then brown

finally black.

You ladled me onto a plate

served me up

with a sprig of parsley

called the entire dish

Mousse de Foies de Volaille


Ann French writes poetry and short stories, and has won awards overseas and within New Zealand. A tutor for twenty years, she was also a cooking teacher for much of that time. Forget the diets – she believes food is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Never trust a skinny chef.


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