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.
