Cheffing by Spack

There seems to have been some confusion... Spannah? I'm having an identity crisis. Thanks for the flag Rigmarole and for having an amble through the back catalogue. I'm glad you stumbled on Communication... that's one of my favourites. Cheers! Joe (spack)

Spacko, what are you talking about? Who is confused? I am confused now. I just tried to add a link. Well, I think it is an awfully excellent poem. Especially the putting out the chip pan fire with the watery excuses. Brilliant stuff. Span x

To add a link you just copy and paste the address at the top of the page (the url) into the box here - and it creates it automatically. Clever, isn't it?

Confusion abounds - I was having an identity crisis because Rigmarole thought that Span wrote the poem (see the other thread called CHEFFING by Span) and the Tony thought Span needed help posting a link when, in fact, she's already made one. Is that any clearer?

Ha ha, my evil plan is working. I managed to confuse two people simply by attempting to post a link! Thank you Tony Cook, I have finally figured out that I do not need to put the link in the sneaky hat brackets. No no, the poem is most definitely not by me, but my most excellent friend Joe. Thought it was worthy of a link and so worthy of looking stupid at not being able to do so. Fridays are rather good. Anyone who reads this thread, I wish them an epiphany driven hard boiled sweet sort of a weekend. Span

great stuff again joe, i like the belly belly belly section

I'm sure Spack will get many poems of the week in the future-that-is-to-be, so let this asparagus chap have his day. That said, some kind of angry 'I-have-been-overlooked!' poem would be great. I really like the dice imagery towards the end of this poem, but I think it belongs in another poem. The abundance of food metaphors make the dice and George Foreman out of step (unless George Foreman is the name of some kind of cooker?) Same, unfortunately, for the curry house hotplate, as the rest is very domestic culinery stuff.

A George Foreman is indeed a type of cooker, it's a grill...and I think the dice reference is to dice things up as in chop rather than the thing you throw in games, therefore both of these images 'belong' in this rather brilliant poem!

In that case, I think 'dice' needs a 'd' on the end, as the relationship is in the past tense... and I maintain that we need to lose the curry house. Don't people warm plates in the oven at home? The image is easily converted to that.

Thanks Macmanaman, Pesky, Jack, Barely Black, Camus. Camus was right - I was aiming for an ambiguity between dice (as in chop finely) and dice as in Monopoly. But I think you're right, Jon - Diced might work better. And you're right about the curry house hot plate, although I'll be sad to cut it, it doesn't fit in really with the domesticity. I'm not sure plates warmed in the oven is quite right (since we already have an Aga...) but I'm sure I can think of something. Thanks very much for the comments! Joe

What about some kind of flambe? The banane et chocolat crepe flambe of your belly?