Anthony Bourdain taught us to eat
boldly, with humility, and humanity –
savor the cheeks, the eyes,
the bits we can’t surmise.

This space. This time, this place,
these courses fired upon our souls.
A toast to the kitchen, folx:
Family Meal is universal.


It’s Ace Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poet’s Pub:  44 words, no more, no less (excluding the title,) in a poem that incorporates “ace” somewhere, somehow.

I’m also attempting a second go at Na/GloPoWriMo’s Day Eight prompt:  incorporate occupational lingo into your poem.

19 thoughts on “Terroir

    1. Thank you, Jane – he was a chef, once with a high end restaurant, more famously for his TV show where he highlighted the communality of sharing food across the world.


      1. We seem to be favouring keeping food miles down nowadays and eating local grown produce in the right season. Personally, if I never eat another banana in my life I won’t be too upset 🙂

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      2. I’d miss bananas, but I also try to eat locally and seasonally. Bourdain would likely agree – his mantra was if you want to understand a place, eat the family cooking grown and made there.


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