Where’s the beef?
There’s a lot at steak in Mac Eagan’s entre’. I came to the conclusion having read the first line that it was about Browning burgers, but it was not automatic. I will send a $5 gift certificate for McDonald’s to the best foodie puns left in the comment boxes. You cannot, however, make any reference to a Big Mac, except of course if you are Mac Eagan. A fun poem from a serious writer!
A Love Poem: My Heart, It Burns Because of You
by Mac Eagan
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee ground and grilled, with coal-black lines
Seared across your front and your back, served on a steamed bun
With ketchup, mustard, mayo,
Onion and tomato,
Bread and butter pickle and a slice of mild cheddar.
I love thee crumbled and browned in a rich sauce
Of tomato with garlic, basil, oregano and coarsely chopped mushrooms,
Ladled with love over thin spaghetti (or sometimes angel hair).
I love thee as a filet, tightly wound with multiple strips of bacon
And displayed proudly next to garlic mashed potatoes and sautéed asparagus.
How do I love thee? In an untold number of ways
But these are certainly three of my favorites.
BEEF – It’s what I’m having for dinner.