To add to the fun, he encourages his readers to leave haiku comments. I am usually glad to oblige, but for Haiku Day I decided to do something a bit different and I left my comment as a sonnet. (Per Sherlock: "Of course I'm showing off. I am a show off. That's what we do.")
And so I thought - why keep my sonnets confined to Trevor's comment section, worthy outlet though it is? After all, coming up with some clever prose about every dish I make can feel a bit ... forced sometimes.
And well, there's nothing contrived or forced about a sonnet recipe is there? I thank you in advance for your indulgence.
On Soup & Salmorejo, a Sonnet Recipe
In states of sloth I feel my wits grow dull
Such times I cannot even bear to write
Would that some shock would crack my drowsy skull
Releasing me from torpor, curing blight
My thoughts turn, as they tend to do, to food
And whether I'll eat salty, savory, or sweet
I search for a morsel that will cure my mood
Be it made of vegetable, mineral or meat
Oftentimes it happens my savior comes as soup
A type from Mexico, or Iceland - perhaps Spain
So curative I find this magical food group
To drink a bowl is never done in vain
To find one's solace in such a dish there is no shame
Indeed, with soup I believe that is the aim
To make this soup is simple; 'tis but a trifle
There are some basic foodstuffs you will need
The results, I trust, you will find quite delightful
But listen to what I say and please take heed
Begin with good tomatoes, fresh or canned will do
Add red pepper, onion & some garlic - puree well
To this add white bread, to thicken like a roux
Salt, pepper, & a splash of sherry - now taste and smell
And now your salmorejo is nearly done
But there are some final garnishes to add
Hard boiled eggs & crispy bacon - use a ton!
There - now you've made your soup, and aren't you glad?
A homemade soup is one's of life's true pleasures
Nothing less than a bowl of pure liquid treasure