OP: Food

Food and poetry have in common an appeal to our sensual side, tugging at memory, emotion, desire, hunger. American poet Ogden Nash (1902–1971), however, had a knack for getting at the lighter, sillier side of life with humor and delight.

Much to our pleasure and benefit, publisher Stewart, Tabori & Chang compiled Nash’s signature comedic verses on food in one sweet little book called, simply, Food (1989). We share in his delights—”I am mad about mustard–/ Even on custard.”⁠— and displeasures—”The parsnip, children, I repeat/ Is simply an anemic beet./ Some people call the parsnip edible;/ Myself, I find this claim incredible.”⁠—and find some common opinions and many good laughs.