Herbs and Spices

Tired of pepper and salt
I peruse the book
Dreaming of oregano
Maybe a little thyme
Cilantro ribbons
Hidden in the salad
Aside a breast of beast
Flavored with paprika
A stew of cumin
And its brother coriander
Maybe a dash of cinammon
Fresh bay leaves
Begging to be crush
Merged with garlic
And his wife ginger
The spice rack
Is my chemistry set
Let us see what I may find

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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32 Responses to Herbs and Spices

  1. Now I am hungry! πŸ™‚

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  2. S.K. Nicholls's avatar sknicholls says:

    That actually sounded a bit sexy too:) Maybe it was the structure. A spice orgy.

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  3. ptero9's avatar ptero9 says:

    Oh my husband will love this. He is the spice master of my life and spoils me with good cooking. But yes, I too am hungry now!!!

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  4. anmol's avatar howanxious says:

    may be a pinch of turmeric will do the magic… πŸ™‚
    a well-crafted poem.. I love spices and hence, I loved it.

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  5. LiveLoved's avatar Kira says:

    The tools of a Master Chef. Great poem, Charles. Now I’m hungry too!

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  6. Ellespeth's avatar Ellespeth says:

    What a wonderfully exotic blend!
    Ellespeth

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  7. Sounds like a tastebud extravaganza.

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