Announcement

Collapse
No announcement yet.

Homage(s) to Foods

Collapse
X
 
  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

    Homage(s) to Foods

    I've been reading alot of Michael Pollan (and some other authors, as well as the UU's Sacred Eating guide) and thinking about how effed up our relationship with food is in this society (and some of which I discussed on my blog for Lammas<---if you have some time, there are some good TED videos on food issues on there)

    And so...in honor of the food we eat, I offer the following:

    Prayer for the Tomato Season

    I stop for a moment to praise tomatoes,
    honoring them by eating one.
    Lovely are you spirits who grow such things.
    First I praise their shapes–the shun the easy perfection of the sphere
    and take instead their own forms.
    Their weight is worth praising, and the depth of their color.
    Before I eat this one, I smell it, taking its scent in deeply,
    finding in me a resonance that tells me that this is the smell of fertile Earth.
    Their skin, though stretched tightly, yields quickly;
    it has performed its duty of containing treasure with and uncommon devotion
    and now relinquishes command to me.
    With silent thanks, the, I accept the task
    and eagerly receive the honor so bestowed,
    hoping, by so doing, to honor in turn the giver of the gift
    and the gift itself.

    From A Book of Pagan Prayer
    by Ceisiwr Serith
    What about you?
    Wonderful Life: The Burgess Shale and the Nature of HistoryPagan Devotionals, because the wind and the rain is our Bible
    sigpic

    #2
    Re: Homage(s) to Foods

    How to Stuff a Pepper
    by Nancy Willard

    Now, said the cook, I will teach you
    how to stuff a pepper with rice.

    Take your pepper green, and gently,
    for peppers are shy. No matter which side
    you approach, it's always the backside.
    Perched on her green buttocks, the pepper sleeps.
    In its silk tights, it dreams
    of somersaults and parsley,
    of the days when the sexes were one.

    Slash open the sleeve
    as if you were cutting into a paper lantern,
    and enter a moon, spilled like a melon,
    a fever of pearls,
    a conversation of glaciers.
    It is a temple built to the worship
    of morning light.

    I have sat under the great globe
    of seeds on the roof of that chamber,
    too dazzled to gather the taste I came for.
    I have taken the pepper in hand,
    smooth and blind, a runt in the rich
    evolution of roses and ferns.
    You say I have not yet taught you

    to stuff a pepper?
    Cooking takes time.

    Next time we'll consider the rice.

    --From Cooking Like a Goddess by Cait Johnson
    Great Grandmother's Kitchen

    Comment

    Working...
    X