Appetite
I eat these
wild red raspberries
still warm from the sun
and smelling faintly of jewelweed
in memory of my fathertucking the napkin
under his chin and bending
over an ironstone bowl
of the bright drupelets
awash in creammy father
with the sigh of a man
who has seen all and been redeemed
said time after time
as he lifted his spoonmen kill for this.
The Hungry Philosopher 
Ooh! Lisa! Did you ever read Bich Nguyen’s Stealing Buddha’s Dinner? It’s become a foundational text for Asian American food studies and really just makes you want to eat a lot of Pringles.
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I sure did! Food in Literature would be a fun class. I should start a reading and movie list on this blog. Like Water for Chocolate, the image of Slyvia Plath baking cakes, the food in the Hours, the cake in the same movie. Hmmm…lots of references I can’t remember now. Thanks for giving me the idea!
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