Once again with a thought of being honest to the
marital vows taken in the bygone century I decided
to lay down a gourmet meal for the darling husband.
Discovered an ancient recipe from the archives of
the great Confucius and took out a vintage Indian
spice box chiseled out of great silver ivory tusks, handed
to me by the Roman goddess Edesia to tame wild husbands.
The box gilded with rows of turquoise peacocks mating
with peahens, embellished with golden petals of marigold,
with spice bowls placed like pawns on the board of chess.
Each spice trying to outshine the other in exotic flavors
and rich aromas. With a conniving conspiracy to satiate
the belly and in the state of intoxication of thousand opiates.
To put forward a burning desire in my bosom since I put
my promiscuous gaze on one emerald green neck-piece in the
grand Promenade on route number five, one fine spring day.
For I resisted the entire spring and summer and carefully
weighed a hour in the fall when planets were to be aligned
in my favor as prophesied by a Turkish soothsayer
I took out my slender Moroccan tagine, and lined
it with a luscious dark pressed oil glistening like sparkles
on the earthen pot and smeared it with my scheming hands
to the farthest corners possible for the spell to work.
Sauted some mellowed sweet onions, craftily sprinkled the
topaz turmeric, with julienne of aphrodisiac garlic and
blew a long kiss of exotic scarlet peppers over the tagine
To prepare a curry of a freshly butchered young lamb
still warm, acquired specially from the northern highlands,
reared and slaughtered only for the special occasions like this.
Adorning the garb of a regal chef, I simmered and simmered
for hours till the juicy flesh fell of the fragile white bones,
while engaging in brown study of all that I can extract from the
hapless man in the state of profound ecstasy.
I laid my plan meticulously in the hibiscus laden English bowls while
weaving a devilish plot, wore a plunging lace blouse with the help
of pygmy elf of seduction to give a little sneak- peak of the cascading
waterfall between the two splendid alps, and clamped lips for a pout.
Threw an oomph in the curry along with the strands of aromatic
Kashmiri saffron and laughed at the marvel of my own success,
while patiently waiting for the door-bell to ring and my unarmed
knight to arrive to begin with secret culinary seduction.
Wow, amazing!
Thanks for your precious time, and kind words. Take care
Absolutely love this!!! I’m big into food/wine pairings…so food and poetry is always a hit with me!!! 🙂
Thanks Bill, I am a foodie too! What can be more romantic than gourmet food and poetry, I am really glad you liked it. 🙂
You are so right!! I’ve did some chocolate/wine pairings with poetry selections at a function last winter… people loved it!
Oh yes what can be better than have poem recitation coupled with good wine and food. I wish I was there at the function too Bill!
I’ll send you my chocolate and wine pairings if you’d like. I did a white, milk, and dark chocolate… each with their own wine. Then I read 2 poems during each of the “courses.”. It was fun!
Well that’s very kind of you Bill. Chocolate and wine is pure decadence 🙂
Hi Tanya! Just sent an email to your site with all the details from my function. It was a lot of fun!
Thanks a lot Bill, I appreciate it. I am eager to try them!
Give it a go…I suspect most people would not have experienced something like that. 🙂
Sure✌🏻
👍
That is one lucky husband. Delicious food, romance laced words and you 😊
Shantanu I hope husband feels the same. I was actually cooking curry in the morning and the thought came to mind and crafted a poem out of it, while standing in kitchen. Ofcourse I use my cooking to extract things out of him 🙂
I am sure he will. Tell him the blogger world is saying he is one lucky person 😊🌸 you wrote such an incredible piece. I can feel the aroma. Kinda making me hungry as I sit at the airport waiting for my red eye
Dont forget curry was cooked to grab the neck-piece 🙂
Haha. That as we call is a qualifier. You deserve it 😊
Where are you heading?
I am at the Phoenix airport coming to NJ.
Ohk, it’s raining here in Connecticut like crazy, may be same in N.J
Yay. When I left yesterday it was pouring. Hopefully it will recede by tomorrow. Do you come to NJ?
No I’ve not visited NJ, but I guess the weather should be almost similar
Oh ok. Understand now.
Culinary seduction indeed! Any man would be eating out of your hand, with sheer delight! Loved it!
Thanks Warren for your kind words. I often use this cooking tactic to get my desires fulfilled. Well I don’t know about other men, but I hope my husband likes it 🙂
It comes from you, and the heart; how could he not? Blessings!
Yes that is true, I love cooking for my family and do put lot of effort and they appreciate it 🙂
Wow …….. I am sure the curry must be as scrumptious as the brilliance of this piece 🤗
Ha ha I hope too, I am personally bored eating my own food 🙂 but thanks a lot for taking out time to read this!
Was a pleasure 😊❤️
Amazing✌
Thanks Nidhi, for your kindness. I truly appreciate you took time to read my poem. Take care!
Its my pleasure dear🌹
❤❤
And what followed, Tanya? 😉
Well Kunal you can guess 🙂
Hahahaha!
he ate food and went to bed as he was too tired to find out anything special .
Ah, sometimes we husbands are like that – an unappreciative, unromantic sort!
well I was not looking for romance but only neck-piece 🙂
beautiful
Thanks a lot dear, I truly appreciate your kind remarks!
Wow…..
Thanks!
😊
A gourmet meal woven into poetic verse – delectable!
Thanks a lot Eugenia for reading and leaving your valuable comment. You can also serve some curry for yourself!
Hmm, love curry! 🙂