What a moment!
When you realize
that your lips had been more numb
than from Szechwan peppercorns,
and that numbness
has slid into paralysis.
You are dying:
death by Fugu --
poison blowfish.
Your heart will stop.
You will keel over,
falling from your stool
at the sushi counter.
A booth-dweller,
seeing you bounce off
an adjacent patron,
wonders why you don't
bring your arms up to catch yourself,
but - of course - they're dangling
uselessly,
and so you land face first.
The booth-dweller cringes.
There's nothing to be done for you.
You had the nerve
to try the Fugu!
But, while Fugu life is exhilarating;
Fugu death is inglorious.
Tag Archives: food
PROMPT: 3 Meals
What are your family’s top 3 favorite meals?
Thai curry, Vegetable Soup, and Eggs
PROMPT: Food Specialty
I’d say Thai curry. I used to make a mean Pad Thai, but it’s been a long time since I’ve cooked that.
City Market [Haiku]
PROMPT: Comfort Foods
What’s your go-to comfort food?
Completely depends on where I am at the moment. Here, in South India, it’s a paper masala dosa.

But [for example] in Budapest it’s túrós csusza, in Bangkok it’s pad thai, in Bombay it’s vada pav, and in Vajrayana Buddhist areas it’s momo.
PROMPT: Delicious
I couldn’t possibly say, I’ve had so many great foods from all over the world, and my palate is not so refined as to tell great from “the best in the world.” (And I kind of doubt anyone else’s is either.) That said NIC’s “Madagascar Chocolate” ice cream is far-and-away the best chocolate ice cream I’ve ever had, and I would further say possibly the best ice cream and one of the best desserts I’ve ever had.
PROMPT: Chocolate
Tastes like chocolate, but with the caloric density of broccoli.
[And because someone might insist on trying to make such a monstrosity in reality, I must add a third criterion: should NOT result in me shitting my pants. (There are no free rides in life.)]
Ramzan Mela [Free Verse]

A fire flares
up Mosque Road.
Orange flames burn brightly
beyond the ovals lit by
feeble streetlamps.
Some fat 's hit the fire,
and the smoke 's
rising high.
The throngs have arrived --
hungry & huddled,
with tiny plates of
jiggly cubed meat.
The pious --
angry stomachs,
vibrating to sundown
&
Impious Instagrammers
(or, at least, substantially less pious,)
having their eighth tiny meal
of the day
(some spit into a bucket, Hollywood-style.)
All gathered to break bread --
except there is no bread
(save the occasional roomali roti)
So, instead, they bite basa or mutton
or chicken or camel or prawns --
all smoky
all devoured.





