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filthymarine


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Posted Mon Mar 9th, 2009 12:52am Post subject: Compliments to the Chef - ( first poem submitted)
Very loose poem based upon a chef whom I used to work with. Hope you enjoy- ish!




(u)Compliments to the Chef(/u)

You see these stainless steel walls? The borders to my kingdom.
Whilst you are here, there is nobody,
Nobody higher than me.
You see this pearly white crown upon my skull, speckled with golden
Stained flecks? Means I am King.
This title was not just given to me. I have a gift.
I create masterpieces with food.
I am an artist.


Every night, I carve out David on a silver platter for starters.
Boiled, stewed, roasted and toasted
Flawless flesh, garnished with stuffed fig leaves
And Compliments to The Chef.
With these hands, the signs of a genius are branded upon the skin.


But I haven’t even begun to tell you of the main course,
The starter is nothing, simply an echo of the lion’s roar.
Next, I have the fruits of the sea to create my masterpiece.
Pearls are nothing to the treasures people discover in the clams I serve.
Venus rising out of each coral, her soft fair body is my beauty.
A dish fit for the Gods I believe.


Yet;
Nothing more than the stale “compliments to the chef”
Well, you might as well stuff that back down your throat,
“The Chef” could be any philistine,
My name you do not even care to learn.
But I know if they could speak my language; Of gastronomic beauty
I bare my soul in these tour de forces in ways words can only scratch at.
Yet;
You give me water instead of wine.


There will be no recognition for me, no fame, no glory.
My reign will never break these steely walls, my art no further than those tables.
These creations don’t last, They end within minutes from their birth.
Their carcasses are set back. It breaks my heart
When a plate is not cleared, my poor work of art.

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PamJH


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Posted Mon Mar 9th, 2009 3:17am Post subject: Compliments to the Chef - ( first poem submitted)
I like the imagery of gastronomic beauty. When a well-cooked and presented dish is placed before me, that's exactly what I think of it. But I didn't have the correct phrase before today.

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SheepSleepSoundly


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Posted Thu Mar 12th, 2009 5:47am Post subject: Compliments to the Chef - ( first poem submitted)
These creations don’t last, They end within minutes from their birth.
Their carcasses are set back. It breaks my heart

One of the things I love about food being art is how each person is created the same hand crafted art work each with its signature to make your own. That moment where a piece feels like it was made for you and you get to keep it all to yourself. A chance to savour it in a way that others wont. I was once made a rose out of caramel as a birthday treat from a retaurant in Tokyo, the melting rose was kind of like a unspoken poem. Loved it.

I cant think of anything worse than food going unappreciated and sent back. Can't please everyone I suppose.

Really enjoyed it thanks!

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juisex


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Posted Fri May 8th, 2009 11:16am Post subject: Compliments to the Chef - ( first poem submitted)
Where do I get the same chef jackets that they wear on Hells Kitchen? I have looked around the web and have found nothing similar. The FOX show website does not show that info. I am specifically interested in the the chef's jackets that have the colored shoulders.
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sheepchrist


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Posted Mon May 11th, 2009 1:07am Post subject: Compliments to the Chef - ( first poem submitted)


Loved the poem, great description lots of passion

it must be universal though, and I still find it a strange feeling when I cook for friends and I make a good job of it there is a feeling of pride. there is also a feeling of satisfaction when the plates are empty and anoyance when they are not

food really does stir the passion from Chefs down to lowly dinner party cooks

people are strange


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