TV COOKING SHOW
by April Halprin Wayland
He teaches us
how to cook chicken.
My dog and I
are mesmerized.
Poetry Prompt: I’m going to come out of the closet and say I don’t think I’m the only one who stays up late to watch Chopped. Am I right? And I’m not writing down the recipes. Instead, I’m transfixed by the challenge, the drama, and the extraordinary creativity each chef displays under pressure. It reminds me of the TV show Star Trek…when Scotty only had sixty seconds to save the Enterprise from blowing up. All the contestants drip buckets of sweat–and so do I. Eli pants.
This was originally written as a haiku…with five syllables in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the third. But it just didn’t read right. So I’m calling this a haiku in disguise.
It’s your turn. Is there something you do that you’re just a teeny tiny bit embarrassed to admit? That’s often a good starting point for a compelling story or poem. It’s exactly the thing I don’t want to tell you that hits a nerve with readers. It’s called telling the truth. Tell us the truth in a haiku…or a haiku in disguise.
4 Responses
Hi April,
LOL… I’m a big Chopped fan, myself. Once when I was at a seminar and I was stuck in the hotel room I found myself glued to a Chopped marathon. Is that crazy or what? Hehe
Love your prompt for a poem. I’ll take you up on it and post it somewhere. Thanks for the inspiration!
🙂
So few words, but I can picture the scene, April. We don’t watch Chopped (no cable), but my family also loves cooking shows. Jacques Pepin is our favorite.
Thanks for dropping by, Edna and Laura. I woke up this morning knowing I’d written this ALL WRONG…decided the chicken should be FRIED to rhyme…but then your comments…so I’m leaving it as is…
Here’s to cyberfriends united by cooking shows!
Like all of you people in the comments, I loved Chopped as well.