A Pinch of Salt

My breakfast eggs, like my world
Were looking rather bland
In need of of some enhancing
Maybe salt could lend a helping hand

Between Breads (Americana vs Bambaiya)

When in the USA, in the hot summer sun
I thought what could be more American
Than a big, fat beef patty on a burger bun
And thus I began my fun expedition

Skewered

Ravenous, I walked the hubbub of Bombay’s streets
Looking for a late night bite to eat
Sights, sounds, smells assaulting my senses
A throbbing indication of the city’s lures and romances

A Comic Gothic Poem

After my recent embarrassment in France and Italy*
The wife suggested a vacation in Germany
I saw visions of pilsner, lager, ale, porter, malt & stout
Accompanied by sausages, potato salad & sauerkraut

Fou Fou Food in France

‘allo, let me tell you a story, mon ami
Of how I celebrated our anniversary
Eating baguette from a boulangerie
In the grandest of cities – gay Paree
Sigh, as they say, c’est la vie

Pasta la Vista

Welcome to Italy, sir, buon giorno
Here’s your complimentary bottle of wino
So said the man in sunny Roma
As I walked into his restaurant, invited by the aroma

DIP DIP DIP

Superfood Scramble

Veganism’s on the rise, soy & almond milk are in
Dairy of all kinds is a big sin
Barley, quinoa, organic are so yesterday
There are new-fangled fads having their say

So, encouraged by well-meaning kin and kith 
All taken in by the superfood myth
I scanned the supermarket shelf
For my dose of wellness and health

A CHEESY RHYME

From French or English or Dutch
To American or Danish or Swiss
Whether from cow or sheep or goat
Can anyone give cheese a miss

Travails of a Veg Convert (in India!)

It’s something that had been haunting me for awhile now, but try as I might, I couldn’t let go.