Posted by: Mokasiya | November 7, 2017
Nobility in the Far North
This is nobility in the far north,
how it takes a limb pruner
to reap the offering from the garden.
The anticipation of steam and butter
warms the beam on these faces
of Brussels Sprouts Gods and Goddess.
Their working class smiles harvest joy,
like Hobbits of the dream-time.
Who snapped the picture,
who planted the seeds?
as we hunger for the taste
they hold in their hands.
Oh little cabbages! So sweet now
from the first frost, soon oven roasted
with garlic-basil, cream sauce.
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yes, even the nobility of the BS plants who are so upright exposing their beautiful round balls to the cold and the gruesome limb pruner…..
By: paradoxtabernacle on November 7, 2017
at 2:59 am
Very good!… and great picture. Was this up in Wisconsin this year already?
By: Sharon Gibson on November 8, 2017
at 9:45 pm
yes it was
By: Mokasiya on December 7, 2017
at 2:34 pm
Love those little cabbages and these really look good. Love the story and the photo. have to have some soon, roasted in olive oil, kosher salt, pepper, and Parmesan Cheese. Hey I’m from Wisconsin, have to get the cheese in there.
By: Dale Christensen on March 7, 2018
at 11:55 am