I recently spied an announcement of sorts.
FOOD OF THE YEAR!! the post did purport(s)
All is a tizzy!! We’ve a *new* number one.
On the edge of my seat I waited in fear.
The new food announcement? It was almost here.
Would it be something ICKY? Could I ever partake?
Would I even like it? My LUUUVE would I fake?!
Then a big smile did spread ‘cross my face.
Our food of the year? I did love the taste!!
Loved raw. Loved steam. Loved right from the bag.
Taste this it rocks!!! my husband Id nag:
I basked in my glory. Food-hip. Who knew?
(Id add to my bio. Right beneath misfit-Jew.)
On the Book of the Face I went to shout-out.
(I kinda got prideful with new cauli-clout.)
And then I spied ALAN. His creation I mean.
He’d long been a’roasting on tha c-flower scene!
Just do at 450 for an hour he posted.
Rub it with oil and salt before roasted!!*
The Child saw his photo. Of this new roasted food.
Immediately said: Dont mean to be rude…
That thing you are eating? That new dinner-dish?
It looks kinda icky—LIKE A PUFFER FISH.
We laughed and we mocked as we snarfed ours down cold.
Yet eating that way felt UNHIP felt too…old.
So we rubbed ours with oil. And salted with zeal.
Would we like this new roast thing? Some time would reveal.
A mere forty minutes and we soon were done.
We’d joined our friend Alan in puffer fish fun!
Our roasted sea creature took a moment to cool.
Then we shoved in our mouths. Shouted: PUFFER FISH RULE!!
*Indeed this is the recipe. Smaller head o’the flower? Roast for less time. Our only tip is to not be stingy with the oil and, when you caint wait and rip at it whilst still roasting, please to try and not burn your tongue as we did.