Poetry Tuesday: Trepidation, Mexico (a series).

[Today's Poetry Tuesday post is in honor of a new blog, Haiku Lunchbox, which I read about today on my Serious Eats feed and immediately added to my RSS reader. Welcome to the food-poetry blogging world, HL!]



Memories in dust,
A piñata's leavings wait.
Snack jail - tempting fate.




I'd be a sucker.
When was I in Mexico?
Horror show on sticks.



Such friendly dressing,
So eyes cry to mouth in vain.
A will dances, ill.

A wasted shelf-life

Oh, dear. This Alfajor Havanna "cookies filled with dulce de leche coated with meringue" has been floating in Snack Jail for a couple of years. It came back from Argentina with Christian but looked too pretty to eat. I thought Dan should probably eat it; he thought I should be the one. And then after a few years it seemed too scary to eat.

And now it's inedible. I couldn't cut it in half; I couldn't bite through the middle layer; the meringue on the outside was flaky and stale.



Moral of the story? Don't go to jail. You might rot in there. Also, don't squander opportunity. Seize the snack!

Poetry Tuesday: two stanzas of haiku about an old friend.

On Sunday

Warm air kissed near ground,
Winter's wrap of cold shrugged back,
I'd worn the light coat.

Hands met old pockets
Where, inside, a stored chocolate
Jumped to meet my grasp.