Ode to Cheese Pizza
By Piper Haise
From Big Bend Elementary School, grade 4
I love your yellow color I love your cheesy taste I love the taste in my mouth I love your cheesy smell I love you with breadsticks on the side I love you with soda I love you with extra cheese on top I love cheese pizza
By Alaina Berlin
From Fernwood Montessori School, grade 7
Blue beans, and black beans, and green beans galore Piled up from ceiling to floor Peaches and pears put into a jam Spread across a sear roasted lamb Crème brulee, sorbet, soufflé, milky way, parfair, puree, curds of whey, and fish filet Is what I’d like to dine on every day Cherries and dairy put into a bunch Add some oats for a nice little crunch Pumpernickel and butter brickle All stuffed in a big fat pickle Chips and dip with licorice whip Makes me want to do a flip Tortilla chips with a hint of lime Is what I’d like at dinner time Pepperoni, macaroni, rigatoni and baloney Cannelloni, and minestrone on top of a pile of guacamole Fettucini in a Panini With a side of fried zucchini Clam and lamb, and spam and yam I do not like green eggs and ham Sometimes life is all lemon drops With a side of lollipops But sometimes life isn’t what you wish Cause for dinner I’m eating a piece of raw fish
Pickles and Peanut Butter
By Lucia Breuer
From Slinger Middle School, grade 7
My grandmother gave my mother nothing: Not her height, her hair or voice. Even though those were her best qualities, She kept them from her daughter She loved my mother with all her might, yet all she gave to her Was her strange taste in food. Peanut butter and pickles Although they never talked about it, They both knew it was true. They both liked juicy sourness And the smooth delicacy of stickiness Rolling around their tongues. So one day when I came home, Asking for pickles and peanut butter My mother laughed and called her Mom, Telling her what happened. How has food affected my life? It connects me to my grandmother It connects me to my mother It connects me to the reason I live.
Summer Time Snack
By Andrea Beaudry
Arrowhead Union High School, grade 11
Fruity Orange and yellow Round and long So many flavors And shapes too Best in the summer So ripe it is Every bite juicy Mouth watering too Add a little chile Call it a day
The Story Behind Food (11 x 26)
By Joey Hassler
From Arrowhead Union High School, grade 11
Apples: tumbling down from atop the trees, Bacon: a crispy snack to go with your eggs, Cake: the fluff that tastes like a good birthday sounds, Donuts: lathered in a delicious frosting, Eggs: the protein we all need to start the day, Falafel, oh, how I crave that crispy crunch, Grapes: plucked one by one from the vine, gone too soon, Honey: paired with tea, relieves a scratchy throat, Ice cream: satisfying sweltering summers, Jelly: the compliment to peanut butter, Ketchup: the sauce making some fries a crime scene, Lasagna: red sauce in a pasta sandwich, Meatballs: adding flavor to the spaghetti, Noodles: dancing in a pot of hot water, Oatmeal: my breakfast on a lazy Sunday, Pizza: equipped with a cut sausage topping, Quesadilla: melted cheese surrounds chicken, Reuben: a simple sub with loads of flavor, Spaghetti: playful noodles covered in sauce, Toast: starts the day, my morning burnt bread, bummer, Upside-down pineapple cake: sweet and fluffy, Venison: the tough, chewy, gamey deer meat, Waffles: engulfed in loads of sticky syrup, Xacuti: a spice dish with curry sauce, Yogurt: nutritious, tastes like healthy pudding, Zucchini: long and green, but not super lean.
Building the Perfect Calzone
By Kenneth Walloch
From Arrowhead Union High School, grade 12
Pepperoni chosen first, Bacon creates a crunch, Peppers generate color, And cheese the foundation Chosen to build the perfect calzone. The pepperoni, sliced to thin circles, The bacon, cut to be sprinkled across, Peppers craftily placed to make a picture, With cheese spread in layers to give it ground to stand. The cook does these to build the perfect calzone. Placed over the flame, The dough turns to a crisp brown, The cheese turns hot like magma inside, As hot as the flame below it. The fire transforms these to build the perfect calzone. Remove from the flame, It’s prepared for its final journey, And placed in front of me. I take a bite And reminisce in memories of past calzones. All to eat the perfect calzone.