A recipe for salad

[waysider]

Recipe for a Salad

by Sydney Smith

To make this condiment, your poet begs

The pounded yellow of two hard-boiled eggs;

Two boiled potatoes, passed through kitchen-sieve,

Smoothness and softness to the salad give;

Let onion atoms lurk within the bowl,

And, half-suspected, animate the whole.

Of mordant mustard add a single spoon,

Distrust the condiment that bites so soon;

But deem it not, thou man of herbs, a fault,

To add a double quantity of salt.

And, lastly, o'er the flavored compound toss

A magic soup-spoon of anchovy sauce.

Oh, green and glorious! Oh, herbaceous treat!

'T would tempt the dying anchorite to eat;

Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul,

And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl!

Serenely full, the epicure would say,

Fate can not harm me, I have dined to-day!

"Recipe for a Salad" by Sydney Smith. Public domain

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[soul searcher]

Dude, I know you must have been a cook in another lifetime. Or possibly an entertainer of some sort.

You might have had your own cooking show.

[waysider]

Dude, I know you must have been a cook in another lifetime. Or possibly an entertainer of some sort.

You might have had your own cooking show.

Nah. I heard that one on The Writer's Almanac (public radio) the other day and thought it was too good to keep to myself.