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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

NaPoWriMo Day #6: Wisconsin Cream Puffs / Off to Canada

The prompt for NaPoWriMo day #6 is as followed:

And now, our (optional) prompt! Today, I challenge you to write a poem about food. This could be a poem about a particular food, or about your relationship to food in general. Or it could simply be a poem relating an incident that involves food, like David Ignatow’s “The Bagel”. Still not convinced? Perhaps these thirteen food poems will give you some inspiration. Happy writing!

With wide brown eyes I spot the cream puff,
sprinkled with white powdered sugar,
illuminated by ultraviolet heat lamps
at one of the concession stands at the State Fair.
Apparently Wisconsin is known for
"their world's biggest cream puffs"
that are only served during the State Fair.

"You have to get one!" The concierge exclaimed
as I exited the hotel to pile into the taxi.
"Since you're coming from Pennsylvania,
you can't skip out on our awesome cream puffs!"
The young woman sweetly said,
but maybe it was a forced sweetness--
I nodded my head in agreement
and went on my merry way.

Mentally, I pictured Aunt Millie's cream puffs,
tiny, filled with ivory sweet cream
that we would eat every spring;
Nan or Aunt Millie always wiping my face,
if I didn't lick the excess cream first.
As Flo Rida plays in the background,
children running around for the rides,
farmers strutting their goats, sheep, and cows,
adults walking around sampling food:
cheese curds, brats, and huge cream puffs...
I have to get my hand on a cream puff!

In the process, I meet a sweet elderly lady
that reminds me so much of Nan,
we connect and walk the fair, just talking
and sampling Wisconsin's finest grub.
"Have you had a cream puff?" She finally asks--
I shake my head no.
"My grandson is working one stand,
let's go get you a cream puff and I can see him!"
We head into a barn with beef wafting through the air,
she introduces me to her grandson--
the apple of her eyes. He's about sixteen.
She orders the cream puff for me
and I am handed a cannon ball
with white cream exploding out.
Yet despite the creamy goodness,
the filo dough melting in my mouth,
I can only eat half - I am not alone!

I have to work on Day #5's prompt later. Since I am off to Canada tomorrow, I had been super busy with work as not to fall behind while I'm on vacation. I have been working on poetry, however! I am super excited for my trip and Janie expressed I should make my travel/packing list into a poem. I think I might. :)

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