Food and Shel Silverstein Poetry
A couple of weeks ago I heard a story on NPR about a new collection of poems and drawings by Shel Silverstein called "Every Thing On It". I have long loved Shel Silverstein's books and poems (A Light in the Attic, Where the Sidewalk Ends) and now see that he has a wonderfully funny way of talking about food.
The title comes from a poem about ordering a hot dog "with everything on it", but that might be a mistake because the little boy gets all kinds of things on his hot dog, none of which are mustard, ketchup or relish. Hilarious.
My favorite part of the NPR story was when the poem "Italian Food" was read out loud by an Italian friend of the Silverstein family. I loved it so much I had to go home and eat linguine with marinara sauce. Read this poem aloud right now and go home and cook some Italian food. And eat. You'll want to. And then, of course, you will want to order this book from a man who lives on in his stories and poems. Here's to you, Shel Silverstein.
Italian Food, by Shel Silverstein, Every Thing On It
Oh, how I love Italian food.
I eat it all the time,
Not just 'cause how good it tastes
But 'cause how good it rhymes.
Insalata, cremolata, manicotti,
Shrimp francese, Bolognese,
Fried zucchini, rollatini,
Fettuccine, green linguine,
Oops—I think I split my jeani.
Recipe: Fettuccine with Bolognese Sauce