Ode To Pies

The Pie is a scrumptious dessert

Sometimes i eat, so much that it hurts

Its flaky crust compliments

the gooey flavor that needs no condiments

except maybe ice cream

with which it tastes like a dream

whether eating with family happily,

or eating alone messily

pie cures all my woes

and makes me want to hunt does

-Liam Fistos (my blogger account wasn't working so i used Lucas')

Ode To New York City Pizza

New York Pizza, you are the best

Whether you have gummi worms or chicken breast.

With 2 dollars I can get a slice

Of something really, really, nice.

I can eat you any day of the week

I can eat you in rain, snow, or sleet.

Your cheesy crust, and tomato paste

I eat you with very limited haste

O New York Pizza you are the best

You fill me up with infinite jest

Ode to Pie

Oh the taste of pie, what more could there be
Than that sweet indulgence and inner victory

It's sweet, gooey and comforting way
Is guaranteed to brighten anyone's day

From pumpkin to cherry to delicious peach cobbler,
We all know that pie is quite the gobbler

On any occasion, it will make you smile,
And convince any party to stay for a while

I love you delicious pie, please never go away

Because you will be my friend anytime of the day

Ode to Apple Pie

As American as apple pie, they say

There’s nothing like it in the world today.

It is great on any day of the week,

The perfect dessert, it is oh so sweet.

In America, we say we’re the best,

Apple pie sure helps our cause, none the less.

It has apples, so I claim it’s healthy,

To eat it, you don’t need to be wealthy.

And so to end my ode, I’ll again say,

There’s nothing like it in the world today.

Image source: http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/EXID3253/images/applepie.jpg

Ode to the Cheeseburger

Oh cheeseburger, how I love you so.

Tender and juicy, you make my eyes glow.

The way your cheese melts all over the bun,

Just one bite, and our love has begun.

At the drive-through we meet again.

When paired with a coke, your taste is a ten.

McDonald's, Wendy's, Burger King

It's amazing, all of the smiles you bring.

Unfortunately our love is forbidden,

So I must not confess, and keep you hidden.

photo cred: http://robduncan.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/bigmac.jpg

Ode to Apple Pie

The best of all pies, apple pie,

Without you, we would rather die

Fruity, tangy, delicious and sweet

A taste that cannot be beat

Easy to serve, warm from the oven,

A bite out of the food in heaven

Crumbly, soft, and sometimes chewy

Straight from the oven, you are gooey

If one hasn’t, definitely give it a try

It is something you must, I won’t lie

Ode to the Twinkie

Twinkie Twinkie, sweet cream puff.

Even a million are not enough.

Your golden outsides drive me insane

I swear your insides contain cocaine.

Or some other addictive substance

Because every minute with you is sweet indulgence.

I don’t care if you give me a heart attack

You are a most delicious snack.

Deep fried or normal, anything will do

As long as it’s just me and you.

I don’t care what people say

Coming home to you is the best part of my day.

photo credit: http://cache.kotaku.com/assets/images/9/2012/01/37e7aac7a8b20891b4c0f2127686dce2.jpg

Ode To Donut

Ode To Donut

In the morning whenever I’m late

The donut is my number one bait

Before I go to sleep in the night

The donut is my number one delight

When my stomach growls the most

The donut is the one to boast

When my thoughts go blind

The donut is on my mind

The circle shaped hole

Is the donuts precious soul

http://www.cookingwithmykid.com/recipes/baked-maple-cinnamon-donuts/

Tambran (Tamarind) Balls

           Tambran; the word evokes memories of stories and food from my childhood that are unforgettable. I remember the sweet and the sour tastes, the hint of pepper and garlic and all the sugar that engulfed my mouth as a child. I remember licking the melted sugar off of my fingers until I couldn’t taste any more of the delectable treat.

When I was a kid, one of the comfort foods that my mom made was Tambran (Tamarind) balls. The preparation of this treat was absolutely alien to me but it didn’t stop me from eating it until I couldn’t phantom the thought of food or even eating again. My mother has told me that it is mashed together with pepper, salt, garlic, and sugar then rolled into balls and covered in more sugar. They were so big they fit in the entirety of my tiny palms. I couldn’t have been happier with seeing it sitting in my hand waiting to be devoured.

It was a combination of both sweet and sour, but there was a savory taste to it from the garlic, salt and pepper. It was “tangy”. I loved every bit of it. It was one of those things I couldn’t wait to get home to eat. The brown balls lay on top of each other in the container mocking my tiny belly. I caved at the temptations.

Along with its flavors and joy, Tambran balls came with great stories. There are superstitions that were told about the trees of Tamarind. I remember being told that no one was allowed to be in or under a tamarind tree after noon but no one truly knew the reason for this. Many have speculated about “backoos” or ghosts but I was surely not going to find out the true  reasons.

I basked in the moment; enjoying the burn of the pepper, the sweet of the sugar, and the sour of the tambran ball. I loved finishing the treat to find a dark brown and black pattern seed that was as smooth as a wooden floor. It was as hard as a rock and one of the most fascinating things I have ever seen as a child. It was an interestingly flavored food that was a part of my culture. It was rich in flavors and history. I couldn’t think of anything better as a child than eating Tambran balls and enjoying the chills that traveled through me from the stories about my food.

I haven’t eaten a Tambran ball in quite a few years but I’m sure that the next time I taste one, I will become that little girl again; the little girl that couldn’t have enough of this treat or the stories that made me want to crawl into corners. I am also certain that the seed will still be as enticing to my curiosity as it was when I was younger.

Ode to Apple Pie:

If I had to sing an ode to an American delight,

I would choose the apple pie, the brightest of the bright.

The crispness of the fruit, the sweetness of the crust,

The browning of the pastry, it simply is a must.

Whether you buy if from the store, or make it right at home,

Everyone will enjoy it; you’re definitely not alone.

The smell drifts through the household spreading happiness and cheer,

It doesn’t have to be thanksgiving; you can have it throughout the year.

So cut yourself a slice, hey take the whole pie,

Smother it in ice cream and slowly prepare to die.

Photo Credit: http://thetrailmixtrials.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/800px-apple_pie.jpg