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Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm. the necessity to feed and clothe this corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris revels more so within the medium of writing.
Aspirations toward fame nor fortune less significant then the mere pleasure to concoct a visually savory appetizing epistle. Food for thought moreso then to fill the void, where growling heard across the world wide web, thus, no anterior, interior, or ulterior motive asper begging for money underlies this exercise. yet...if perchance a voluntary choice arises to dole out a smidgen of legal tender a name and address linkedin to this faux popinjay person, who tries to convey decency, humility, levity...qualities that wield zest.
Connoisseur Of Ethnic Cuisine
Theme seems apropos during Holiday FancyFeasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion witching hunting - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone.
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Though anonymous and hardly
a substantially sized mwm baby boomer
(which dual disadvantages partly explains
lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full
to get attention from some well fed dame
many popular rotund gourmands l'chaim tame
their hungry beast – wa hood put me to shame
vis a vis consuming in their one meal, what yours truly eats in a lifetime,
none of those celery buddies, this non television watcher can name
seen on any selective cable channel,
still revel in writing while on the hunt
(during Red October) for a meme
poetry and prose, and decided to introduce myself quite lame
with NON GMO marginal uptick in sudden fortune or fame,
yet t'would be pleasantly syrup prized if interest
from potential mistress didst exclaim
desire to enjoy a repast, though said hypothetical gal need
not be a high society dame,
and if perchance such just desserts
came via the kitchen maiden kitty, versus kit chin middens
no boastful claim
would be uttered by me, her intellectual company satisfactory aim.
First and foremost on the agenda, would be to locate an affordable,
casual and favorable eatery tubby agreeable to our taste
indubitable choice without (any formal dresscode),
nor further haste.
Strait away to the great weigh, (or if vegetarian – whey)
station of delectable food, where exquisite, expertise, and exotic
high steak king a claim on Michelin Guide,
Gayot Guide/Gault Millau, American Automobile Association, Forbes
Travel Guide reputation good.
Testimony to legendary praise
explaining why patrons travel for countless days
transforming him/her into steady state,
where he/she shuffles along in dishabille quotidian famished daze
far and wide culinary craze
out of this world wide web, the wispy Lyft
wafts trace steamy filament up braise
our noses,
whereat heads nod affirmation i.e. ayes.
Even before making a glad entrance
(into Restaurant) complete
a host of fresh, enticing, and delicious aromas serve as a treat.
Delicate, foreign, hefty indescribable ole factory stimulants delight
infiltrating thru swinging kitchen doors holding us smell bound,
though thin filaments invisibly light.
Thus upon a strategic seat we hoped for,
or politely sought manager of the house
ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity,
where impossibility to stave gaming hunger,
though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse.
Now decision time to select one delicacy equally
as appealing as the next on expansive menu list
the resultant penultimate decision method resorted to twist
then flick (with eyes closed) the wrist.
This once difficult task complete
twas now responsibility of the maitre'de to store within his/her memory,
which tummy appeared like amazing
sumptuous (promising scrumptious) feat.
Minutes ticked away as stomachs growled louder
patiently awaiting grateful moment to dine starting with clam chowder
poetry soup compiled within me taste testing router.
Next in line from smorgasbord feast
hors d'oeuvres ample enough to satiate thine palate
to whet deep fried delicacies greased, and self restraint practiced
so the main course diminished least.
We fell upon butterfly jumbo shrimp
and marinated mushrooms when brought
an atavistic motion that memory wrought.
The Matzo ball soup with Jewish rye bread
went to the gullet with a dollop of butter thinly spread.
A vegetable, venerable, veritable, and spinach pie
herbivorous delight, apple of my eye.
Parmgians, pasta and poultry (albeit free ranging
NON GMO and gluten free) dishes galore
kept off figurative lid (no matter stuffed to gills
ready to be mounted) to eat more quite aware mine waist
bulged whereby belt way buckle tore.
Last (but not least) at FINIS of this well stocked meal
comprises selection of dessert, which samples visible
from a glass enclosed wheel
tickling reserved “off limits” hot pocket hashtagged for a sugary treat
thus summoning forth, within engorged abdomen,
nonetheless, an audible zeal.
That reserved allotted sweet baked, fried, or whipped parfait
or countless other grandiose mouth watering delicacy.
Ah...juiced enough wiggle room for decadent byte, perchance small
enough to roll around in the mouth, like a Chocolat Mousse, or a honey ball.
Despite that ready to explode simply eyeing a food tray
no longer in an ala mode vis a vis clamoring for consumption
well aware by the morrow or sooner, this bloated dirigible fulfilled human
would dearly caloric wise pay.
