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Bellingham Caesar
Roam Holly Street, search out
wooden bowl, bamboo spoons.
Press garlic cloves, at least three,
grab lemon tight, squeeze, squeeze,
pour juice in, then add dijon —
a heaping spoon of Maille
or Grey Poupon. Pepper, black,
just a pinch, coarse, ground,
two of salt, slosh around.
Worcestershire splashed,
four anchovies mashed,
stir the golden, chunky mix
then drizzle olive oil in,
whirl, swirl, make sauce thick.
Romaine lettuce, Northwest grown,
green, washed, spun desert dry,
ripped by hand to bite-size chunks,
no pallid leaves, no bulky stems,
toss together, add grated cheese —
Parmesan, Pecorino among the best —
top with avocado if you please.
Eat this Caesar when subdued,
after meal, in peace, yes last,
as is done in southern France.
(earlier version published in Bellingham Poems) |
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