poetry/ cooking poetics
The cookery of seasonality
I won’t create of inflammation airborne
nor glows in the stream, sweet orchid aromas
neither cozy moon flooding open flair.
of what prickles the tongue tonight, initial
is the swaying jelly of salty nautical azures
translucent in aged balsamico, zesty|| aromatic||
where young chrysanthemum flowers kissed.
you ask me for the rising moon
over silky drifts of champagne and lavender.
yet the senses mix in a dish
|| from kunlun hills’ snow chrysanthemums||
|| from wuyi mountains’ slow-roasted oolong||
behold! the glorious luohan fruit lights up
honeyed impressions host.
calming currents of subtropics nurture
great wild caught jazz jumping in regional waters.
what did the cook of the year see in her?
bright-eyed live macau single suitable for one of the most critical
|| smooth bites, fresh delicate seasonality||
springtime onion whites, coriander sprites.
fans celebrate the water’s dawn trick prize.
earthen turnip|| white jade exquisite||
barley pearly. red quinoa crunchy.
enthusiastic pumpkins of abundant mouthwatering tones
flatter miss out on broccolini-purple.
a sprout or 3 dancing the ensemble
while chuckling flexible environment-friendly leaves
|| creamy abundant|| delight to cater to.
luscious loquat durable harvests
arrives ahead of all fruity songs.
natural nectar soothes
|| scent subtle|| juice royal||
golden wood-ears generating, feeling heart strings.
endorphins enchanting, endearing
couples for the perfumed breezy southerly night.
©
2023
It’s not everyday one gets to reside in a UNESCO Creative City of Gastronomy. I intend to appreciate this wealth of material for as lengthy as I remain in Macau. Just a month earlier, Cook Tam Kwok Fung was named Chef of the Year by the Black Pearl Dining Establishment Guide, a very first for the city. I couldn’t aid placing a finger on what it’s everything about. It’s seasonality.
Thanks to The Howling Owl for publishing these culinary poetics.