A History of Particles: Ash, Wood, Shrimp
Unsettled and predisposed
to flight, they
rise. Or, awaiting the process, receive
the glow as prelude to transformation, a
nocturnal exegesis inscribed in flame
and black swirls. Death in the air,
settling upon us. The bitterest
taste. But how to explain
the tongue’s sweet tremor? And the narrow
margins between the transition
from wood to smoke?
At 250 degrees
their pale shells redden,
become vessels of radiant
heat and its attenuated function,
moisture retained so as
to delay and heighten the
delectable flesh, once freed, become
virtue, become fate
sliding down the throat,
the course of deterioration hastened
and endured in perpetuity.
Marvelous! Now I am hungry.
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Nothing like grilled or smoke shrimp!
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Never have cooked shrimp outside over flame. Does it add more flavor? We make it in the oven.
Jeanette Hall
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I’ve grilled over flame and smoked over indirect heat. Both are wonderful. When grilling, I’ve marinated, skewered and sometimes wrapped them in bacon. The smoked shrimp has generally been served with just a chipotle mayo or a garlic-lime cream sauce.
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I’m not a shrimp eater, but it sounds delectable, and the photo is enticing. Delicious poetry.
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It is delectable. And thank you for your kind comment.
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I have decided you are an alchemist of the highest order. With you, the lead of “shrimp on the barbie” becomes the gold of a metaphysical moment.
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Cooking is full of these metaphysical moments!
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my tongue is in tremor…
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Then I have done my job! Thank you.
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you sure did…
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🙂
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This reminds me of barbecue picnics in Hawaii . . . well done!
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Thank you.
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The title itself is so enticing!
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My hope is that it worked well with the body of the poem.
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It did, quite well!
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Being from New Orleans, you know I love this!
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Oh, yes!
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Yeah. Barbecue is good. 🙂
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I’m fortunate to live in a climate that encourages it year-round!
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Man, this is a good poem…and seasonal too!!
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Thank you.
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it’s 5am here, is it too early for bbqed shrimp?
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It’s never too early!
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This is amazing: food and poetry – what a perfect combination 🙂
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A combination that’s hard to beat!
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This is so amazing. Wonderful, wonderful work. Bravo! 🙂
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Thank you very much.
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Wonderful! I’ll be going to our local fish palace tomorrow (Joe Patti’s in Pensacola, FL) for shrimp, crab and fish for the week. Mostly use an indoor smoker these days (small, stovetop), and will experiment with shrimp. Scallops smoke well, but easy to overcook.
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I’ve done these with a stovetop smoker, too. Easy to overcook, and to oversmoke, as well. But worth the effort!
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good job as usual, wow. glad that i ate before i read this, or else i’d be hungry by now. i never thought of writing about a meal you had or something like that. . . truly, you’re someone to admire.
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The commonplace is infinitely fascinating, if you allow it to be.
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Very deep about barbeques. Perhaps one of the best things to get deep about.
You might like this poem by this person. She likes burning ash wood.
http://allpoetry.com/The-Firewood-Poem
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Fire, smoke and food. Hard to beat! I was not familiar with that particular poem, so thank you for pointing it out.
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Yeah I’m hungry now. I thought you might like it 🙂
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Yum! Great words, great image.
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Thank you!
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