#7 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2011.
Jessica (center) with friends Kate Morton (Madame Ratowski) and Caroline Stutson (The Kid).
At every party, there’s always at least one guest who knows how to make a dramatic entrance.
Behold Jessica Swaim as Count Dracula’s bride, bedecked in lace and ready for a spooky delicious time. She’s brought along her ghoul friends, Madame Ratowski and The Kid, straight from the pages of her latest picture book, SCARUM FAIR, which was a 2010 Cybils Poetry Finalist. She’d love us to have some blood red punch (Types A, B, and O), a fur-lined cup of steamy, stinky Cat-Hair Stew and a Devil’s Food cupcake. Perfect way to channel the spirit of her creepy carnival and wake up the dead.
Up for an eerie coffin race, a bug tattoo, a ride in a terrifying teacup? Madame Ratowski will gladly read your palm for a piece of Swiss cheese. Personally, I’d like Dr. Crunch to straighten out my creaky cranium.
#6 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2011.
Meow, meow, purrrrrrrrrrrr . . .
The one and only Diane Mayr, Kurious Kitty herself, has just padded into the kitchen! Lithe and sleek in her silken coat, this fastidious feline, who loves a good haiga as much as prime albacore tuna, is treating us to a mini feast — a little sweet, a little piquant.
Her poem was written during the football season in the fall of 2009. You know how sometimes you’re suddenly reminded of something from the past you thought (or wished) you’d long forgotten? Yeah, that. There all along, whether you like it or not, popping up when you least expect it.
Diane’s high school yearbook photo — what a beauty!
POEM by Diane Mayr
I know I wrote a poem about that
thing that happened back when I
was in high school, you know —
“that thing.” I’m sure it happened
to you, too, some comparable
humiliation, violation, embarrassment,
which has stuck with you for more
decades than you’d care to admit.
I’ll find that poem and share
it with you if you’ll share your
poem with me. What, you don’t
have a poem? Oh, I bet it’s there.
Just like a girl in a birthday cake
who waits for the right moment
to jump out and yell “Surprise!”
Think of yourself as the cake.
Diane: High school was a long time ago, and yet, I can still feel that hand, from under the bleachers, that grabbed a part of my anatomy. ‘Nuf’ said.
Oh, the joys of high school! Personally, I would not like to repeat it, but embedded memories (especially unpleasant or painful ones), trigger poems or stories that prove especially cathartic for the writer and quite often, reassuring for the reader.
Now that she’s closed her yearbook, Diane is happy to share the recipe for those yummy cookies pictured in the haiga. They’re her favorite!
Diane: The recipe originally came from a local cookbook. I changed it from cake-like to chewy, so I guess it’s been mine for the past 20 years. Sometimes I use brown sugar for half the sugar, vanilla extract instead of almond extract, and chopped pecans instead of almonds for more of a butterscotch bar. Other times I mix in mini chips and some coconut. It’s so very versatile, super simple, yet good!
ALMOND BARS
2-1/2 cups flour
1-1/2 cups sugar
1/2 tsp. salt
2 eggs
1 cup unsalted butter, melted
2 tsp. almond extract
1 cup almonds (slivered, chopped, or sliced), divided
sugar
Mix together the first 6 ingredients (batter will be very thick). Mix in half the almonds. Spread evenly in a 9 x 13 inch, lightly greased pan. Press remaining almonds into the top. Sprinkle with sugar. Bake at 350 degrees for 25 to 30 minutes. Cool and cut into bars.
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And just because she’s a totally kool kitty, Diane made another haiga:
Well, I can’t very well let that go without serving up these. Don’t you just love the word, “snickerdoodle”?
Kool Kat tidbits: Diane’s parents owned an ice cream store, so she scooped a lot of ice cream and made a lot of shakes growing up. Yum! And, how much do I love that her favorite childhood book is
Eloise in Paris? Très bien! Diane and her cats, Smudge and Skippy, also like Millions of Cats. Purrfect!
Thanks, Diane. It was fun having a random noodler snickerdoodling with us today!
After flashing her beautiful smile and serenading you with “Fields of Gold,” she’ll pop open her amply stocked freezer, take out a pan of homemade lasagna and toss it into the oven.
Then, while you’re waiting for this symphony of tomato sauce, mozzarella, ricotta, crushed tomatoes, roasted eggplant, Italian sausage and spinach to emerge all bubbly-oozy and garlicky from its fiery kiln, she’ll recite the poems she contributed to the just-published Life in Me Like Grass onFire: Love Poems (Maryland Writers’ Association, 2011).
Squisito! *kisses fingertips*
Ever ready with poetry and pasta, busy working mom Heidi likes to be prepared for visitors, whether they be two or twenty. Her food is so delicious you’ll probably eat everything in sight.
I’m not sure the daffodils have appeared yet on the shore of Lake Michigan where JoAnn Early Macken lives, but I do know she’s been in the “Spring state of mind” since March 4th, her favorite day of the year.
This is the day she feels is the true beginning of Spring, a day to “take the bull by the horns and take care of business. Blaze a trail and follow it. Harness the horses and plow ahead.” For JoAnn, Spring is more than a season; it’s an attitude. March forth, embrace all the possibilities, and celebrate this time of renewal with promise twinkling over the horizon.
Lovely!
JoAnn: Any day now, we’ll all surrender to one of those glorious afternoons when everyone rejoices in the world and we all leave our jackets on the playground. Troubles seem trivial, problems feel petty, and all we want to do is drop everything, run outdoors, and soak up the sunshine.
I think we should designate JoAnn as our official Spring Ambassador! Before I share her poem, please replace your beret with this:
#3 in the Poetry Potluck Series, celebrating National Poetry Month 2011.
Chef Luigi is part of Carol’s “Poems Have Feelings, Too” school-touring program.
Buon Giorno! Time to twirl our moustaches and greet Chef Luigi and “Cow-Lady” Carol Weis!
I first ran into Carol online at Miss Rumphius’s Monday Poetry Stretches. Imagine my delight when I discovered that besides being a mooover and shaker as an author and poet, Carol was also once a professional cook and pastry chef! Pass the tiramisu, I love you! ☺
Just for us, Carol is serving up a generous helping of everybody’s favorite, spaghetti. I think we’re all born with this love of long slippery noodles, and every time we twirl them around our forks, or enthusiastically slurp up a few toothsome strands, we get the happy flavor of childhood right along with spicy tomato and garlic. Is there any other food quite as much fun?
Carol: The inspiration for this poem came from my daughter’s (and many other kids) mispronunciation of the word spaghetti, along with my cousin Fred’s love of all food Italian. I’m also doing an 18 week poetry residency with 4th graders and right now we’re focusing on the ingredient of ‘sound.’ With repetition a portion of that element, I thought my 4th grade poets would appreciate my using this poem.
PASGHETTI FREDDIE
by Carol Weis
Pasghetti Freddie luvs spaghetti,
Much more than his wee mouth can hold,
When Pasghetti Freddie eats spaghetti,
He never does what he is told.
Pasghetti Freddie luvs spaghetti,
Much more than his choppers can chew,
When Pasghetti Freddie eats spaghetti,
The noodles slide down to his shoe.
Pasghetti Freddie luvs spaghetti,
Much more than his throat can swallow,
When Pasghetti Freddie eats spaghetti,
His legs, we swear, must be hollow.
Pasghetti Freddie luvs spaghetti,
Much more than his stomach can take,
When Pasghetti Freddie eats spaghetti,
His belly and knees always shake.
Pasghetti Freddie luvs spaghetti,
Much more than most kids that he knows,
When Pasghetti Freddie eats spaghetti,
He grins from his hair to his toes.
This was one of the first things I learned to make when I was growing up. My mom was a great cook, but we were never wild about her tomato sauce, which was always a little too watery. I used tomato puree back then and added tomato paste to thicken it even more. But when I started working in professional kitchens and learned about plum tomatoes, and then started growing my own, a whole new world opened up to me. There is nothing like a sauce made with fresh tomatoes. The color is vibrant and flavor incredible. I also add carrots to sweeten it up, and sometimes a bit of sugar if the tomatoes are too acidic. And I replace the paste with chopped tomatoes in puree. But the secret ingredient is fennel seed, used by my Aunt Minerva, who simmered her big kettle of tomato sauce for 5-6 hours on the stove.
Carol’s Chunky Tomato Sauce:
1/4 c olive oil
1 large onion, chopped
3 – 4 carrots, peeled and chopped
4 – 6 good-sized cloves of garlic, minced (we like garlic, use less if you don’t)
6 c fresh (peeled and chopped) or fresh-frozen Roma and/or beefy tomatoes
1 – 2 28 oz. can chopped tomatoes in puree
4 – 6 basil leaves, whole or chopped
1/2 bunch Italian parsley leaves, chopped
2 bay leaves
1 – 2 tbsp fennel seed, depending on your taste
salt and sugar to taste
Optional: use one or more ingredients for extra nutrition and flavor
1/2 bag baby spinach, chopped
6 -7 kale leaves, chopped
1/4 head cabbage, chopped
1 lb mushrooms, sliced
1)Heat the olive oil in a large heavy saucepan or Dutch oven. Add carrots and sauté 2 -3 minutes. Add onions and stir until they wilt, or even better, start to caramelize. Add garlic and stir.
2)Add fresh and/or fresh-frozen tomatoes and simmer about 15 – 20 minutes, breaking up the tomatoes with spoon before adding remaining tomatoes. Add herbs and optional vegetables. Simmer for 1-2 hours with lid on or slightly ajar. Season with salt and a few pinches of sugar if you like. Discard bay leaves before serving.
Serve over angel hair or your favorite pasta, sprinkled with parmesan cheese, along with a mixed green salad and some warm, crusty Ciabatta bread, slathered with garlic butter or dipped in garlic and rosemary infused olive oil.
Makes 3 – 4 quarts of tomato sauce. Enough for freezing and enjoying later. —————————————————————————
Carol Weis is an actor, teacher and children’s entertainer, who once ran a restaurant kitchen, a grade-school library, and a home-baking business, and now writes poetry, memoir, and children’s books. Her writing has appeared online at Salon and Literary Mama, in various local publications, and has been read as commentary on public radio. Her chapbook, DIVORCE PAPERS, was released in 2002 by Bull Thistle Press and led her to develop a school-touring program called ‘Poems Have Feelings, Too!’
Her first children’s book, WHEN THE COWS GOT LOOSE, was released by Simon & Schuster in 2006. Carol is a touring author, known affectionately as the Cow-lady, performing over 110 library, school and bookstore events since her book’s release. She is currently a Poet-in-Residence in a classroom filled with dazzling 4th grade poets. She recently completed a new picture book manuscript and her first novel-in-verse. Carol lives in western Massachusetts with her daughter, Maggie, with whom she’s written a mother/daughter memoir that contains a gathering of poems by both authors. When she’s not writing, touring, teaching or cooking, you can find Carol peddling down the rail-trail on her bike.
Carol’s favorite food is chocolate (especially truffles)! Also cool: she has four neon fish named, “John,” “Paul,” “George,” and “Ringo.” Look for Carol online at her official website and do check out her Cafe Press Shop, Cowabunga for Kids!, for some udderly fun merchandise.
The Cow-Lady shows off some of her mooves at a summer library event.