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osprey_archerMy roommate said a sad thing today.
We were walking back from the dining hall, me bubbling about the duck they served for dinner (duck! with cranberries and apples that had been baked and slightly caramelized, and the duck itself tender and lovely), when she says, "I don't really care about food. As long as it fills me up..."
She's only been in America for a year and a half. Either it's only taken that long for America to destroy her appreciation of food, or the Europeans are way less food-tastic than every food memoir I ever read led me to believe.
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exuberantself: When you see this post, post your favorite poem.
I've already posted my favorite, so I'm not going to do so again, but here's a poem by Theodore Roethke that I recently read and enjoyed:
Epidermal Macabre
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --
It's short, pithy, rhyming and rhythmic, delightful and creepy.
We were walking back from the dining hall, me bubbling about the duck they served for dinner (duck! with cranberries and apples that had been baked and slightly caramelized, and the duck itself tender and lovely), when she says, "I don't really care about food. As long as it fills me up..."
She's only been in America for a year and a half. Either it's only taken that long for America to destroy her appreciation of food, or the Europeans are way less food-tastic than every food memoir I ever read led me to believe.
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On a happier note, via
exuberantself: When you see this post, post your favorite poem.I've already posted my favorite, so I'm not going to do so again, but here's a poem by Theodore Roethke that I recently read and enjoyed:
Epidermal Macabre
Indelicate is he who loathes
The aspect of his fleshy clothes, --
It's short, pithy, rhyming and rhythmic, delightful and creepy.
