Well, we’re really in the thick of things now. When I first extended my invitation for peanut butter poems, little did I realize just how many of you nuts were actually out there! Nice to know I’m not the only one who likes to munch, crunch, slather and rhapsodize about America’s favorite spread!
Before we get to today’s poems, wanted to congratulate the one and only Joyce Sidman for receiving the 2013 NCTE Award for Excellence in Poetry for Children!!! WooHoo! So well deserved. Love love love her work and it was such an honor to serve as a Cybils Final Round Judge the year we selected Red Sings from Treetops (Houghton Mifflin, 2009), still one of my favorite poetry picture books of all time.
You probably know Joyce’s most recent book, Swirl by Swirl: Spirals in Nature (Houghton Mifflin, 2011), has earned a galaxy of *starred reviews* among many other cool accolades. Let’s all have a Chocolate Peanut Butter Swirl cupcake in Joyce’s honor! (Just for today, you may twirl as you swirl.)
Since Joyce is extra special, let’s have TWO . . . or THREE! . . . or . . . .
Wait! Even though we’d love to have ten cupcakes, we should save our appetite for today’s tasty menu, which features five (count ‘em, FIVE) lively legume-loving ladies, all former Poetry Potluck guests: Carol Weis, Tabatha Yeatts, Diane Mayr, JoAnn Early Macken, and Robyn Hood Black!
Flexibility, beauty, ingenuity — thy name is woman. Think you’ve seen it all? Today’s poets have cooked up some very clever takes on our subject. It’s delightful how among other things, their poems and peanut butter preferences reveal their true selves . Who knew haiku-loving Diane had a crush on Mr. Peanut? Or that Carol likes to switch up her Oreos? I can just picture JoAnn with her favorite PB companion, Tabatha creating yet another cool drawing or painting, and Robyn jamming in her kitchen. Since Robyn’s from Georgia, the largest peanut-producing state in the country, she knows of what she speaks (and eats).
Get out your big knives, folks. To spread or not to spread — is that even a question?
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♥ CAROL WEIS ♥
I prefer Teddie Unsalted Old-Fashioned All Natural Peanut Butter, Smooth or Super Chunky, depending on my mood or its purpose . . . I was always a big fan of Oreos (manufactured in my childhood state of NJ), but have found them a little too sweet for my taste now. So, I’ve switched up this confection using a healthy version of PB. Here’s a poem about my creation:
Prying apart an Oreo
paring knife in hand
I scrape off its sugary
white filling that most
do with their teeth then
slather each crisp chocolate
biscuit with peanut butter
the grand dame of childhood
snacks. Squishing them back
together I let the nutty paste
ooze out the sides licking
as it squirms over edges
of cocoa confection
finishing my creation
in two luscious bites.
Copyright © 2012 Carol Weis. All rights reserved.
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♥ TABATHA YEATTS ♥
Set the table, set the scene. Tabatha, who likes both creamy and crunchy, does it best.
My kids and husband have forbidden any peanut butter that requires stirring, so I usually get Planter’s Natural, Jif Natural or Skippy Natural.
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♥ DIANE MAYR ♥
For the record, I like chunky — the chunkier the better. I’ve been eating Planters since it’s been on sale (and I’ve always had an affinity for Mr. Peanut). Otherwise, I’m not too particular, as long as it isn’t sweet. I’m definitely not a honey and peanut butter person. I’m not even a peanut butter sandwich person — I like my peanut butter on a spoon, and occasionally on toast. One of my worst food memories is of my elementary school cafeteria, where they served peanut butter and butter sandwiches! (That same school also used to make one of my all-time favorites — porcupine meatballs!)
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♥ JOANN EARLY MACKEN ♥
I’m a big fan of crunchy peanut butter. I eat it on organic brown rice cakes and add it to banana breakfast smoothies.
PEANUT BUTTER PARTNER
She hovers while I spread the peanut butter.
She lingers in the kitchen at my feet.
She knows the sound of knife against the bottom.
She listens for the scrape that means a treat.
She watches me pour milk and grab a plate.
Her nose is in the air. That’s how dogs are.
We settle in the dining room together.
I eat my sandwich. She licks out the jar.
Copyright © 2012 JoAnn Early Macken. All rights reserved.
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♥ ROBYN HOOD BLACK ♥
So, what does the Georgia peanut have to say?
Peter Pan was what Mom bought growing up, so that was my fave. And, I’m a woman who likes chunky PB – but I preferred creamy as a kid.
I remember life underground
in that red Georgia clay –
rain seeping down, sun seeping in . . .
Til one day we were pulled up and out
left to dry, old enough to come out of our shells,
join the daily grind.
skipping right into something smooth and sweet,
creamy and dreamy.
Just like that — in a jiffy! — I was
jamming with some strawberry jelly
slathered this way and that
between slices of Wonder
Mmmm, mmmm . . .
listening to promises of Neverland.
Copyright © 2012 Robyn Hood Black. All rights reserved.
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Did you catch all that oozing and slathering and licking and sliding? Legume love at its finest! Thanks so much, Carol, Tabatha, Diane, JoAnn and Robyn!
Our favorite Peanut Cluster Candy maker Mary Lee is hosting the Roundup this week at A Year of Reading. Check out the full menu of poetic goodness being served up in the blogosphere, and be sure to join us here next week for the Peanut Butter Poets Finale. Still time to slip in a last minute peanut butter poem — send it to me by Sunday and I’ll add it to the menu! As always, don’t forget to
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P.S. I gotta get me some porcupine meatballs . . .
Copyright © 2012 Jama Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights reserved.