tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post3500759704373183157..comments2023-06-17T01:00:23.437-07:00Comments on Slow Food Waltz: Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-4980799022891450292008-05-08T17:48:00.000-07:002008-05-08T17:48:00.000-07:00Thanks Rebecca, for telling me about this poem! Lo...Thanks Rebecca, for telling me about this poem! Love it.<BR/><BR/>Ode To The Artichoke<BR/>Pablo Neruda<BR/><BR/>The artichoke <BR/>With a tender heart <BR/>Dressed up like a warrior, <BR/>Standing at attention, it built <BR/>A small helmet <BR/>Under its scales <BR/>It remained <BR/>Unshakeable, <BR/>By its side <BR/>The crazy vegetables <BR/>Uncurled <BR/>Their tendrills and leaf-crowns, <BR/>Throbbing bulbs, <BR/>In the sub-soil <BR/>The carrot <BR/>With its red mustaches <BR/>Was sleeping, <BR/>The grapevine <BR/>Hung out to dry its branches <BR/>Through which the wine will rise, <BR/>The cabbage <BR/>Dedicated itself <BR/>To trying on skirts, <BR/>The oregano <BR/>To perfuming the world, <BR/>And the sweet <BR/>Artichoke <BR/>There in the garden, <BR/>Dressed like a warrior, <BR/>Burnished <BR/>Like a proud <BR/>Pomegrante. <BR/>And one day <BR/>Side by side <BR/>In big wicker baskets <BR/>Walking through the market <BR/>To realize their dream <BR/>The artichoke army <BR/>In formation. <BR/>Never was it so military <BR/>Like on parade. <BR/>The men <BR/>In their white shirts <BR/>Among the vegetables <BR/>Were <BR/>The Marshals <BR/>Of the artichokes <BR/>Lines in close order <BR/>Command voices, <BR/>And the bang <BR/>Of a falling box. <BR/><BR/>But <BR/>Then <BR/>Maria <BR/>Comes <BR/>With her basket <BR/>She chooses <BR/>An artichoke, <BR/>She's not afraid of it. <BR/>She examines it, she observes it <BR/>Up against the light like it was an egg, <BR/>She buys it, <BR/>She mixes it up <BR/>In her handbag <BR/>With a pair of shoes <BR/>With a cabbage head and a <BR/>Bottle <BR/>Of vinegar <BR/>Until <BR/>She enters the kitchen <BR/>And submerges it in a pot. <BR/><BR/>Thus ends <BR/>In peace <BR/>This career <BR/>Of the armed vegetable <BR/>Which is called an artichoke, <BR/>Then <BR/>Scale by scale, <BR/>We strip off <BR/>The delicacy <BR/>And eat <BR/>The peaceful mush <BR/>Of its green heart.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Translated by Jodey BatemanJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-28308853507960587452008-05-08T17:47:00.000-07:002008-05-08T17:47:00.000-07:00Ode To The ArtichokePablo NerudaThe artichoke With...Ode To The Artichoke<BR/>Pablo Neruda<BR/><BR/>The artichoke <BR/>With a tender heart <BR/>Dressed up like a warrior, <BR/>Standing at attention, it built <BR/>A small helmet <BR/>Under its scales <BR/>It remained <BR/>Unshakeable, <BR/>By its side <BR/>The crazy vegetables <BR/>Uncurled <BR/>Their tendrills and leaf-crowns, <BR/>Throbbing bulbs, <BR/>In the sub-soil <BR/>The carrot <BR/>With its red mustaches <BR/>Was sleeping, <BR/>The grapevine <BR/>Hung out to dry its branches <BR/>Through which the wine will rise, <BR/>The cabbage <BR/>Dedicated itself <BR/>To trying on skirts, <BR/>The oregano <BR/>To perfuming the world, <BR/>And the sweet <BR/>Artichoke <BR/>There in the garden, <BR/>Dressed like a warrior, <BR/>Burnished <BR/>Like a proud <BR/>Pomegrante. <BR/>And one day <BR/>Side by side <BR/>In big wicker baskets <BR/>Walking through the market <BR/>To realize their dream <BR/>The artichoke army <BR/>In formation. <BR/>Never was it so military <BR/>Like on parade. <BR/>The men <BR/>In their white shirts <BR/>Among the vegetables <BR/>Were <BR/>The Marshals <BR/>Of the artichokes <BR/>Lines in close order <BR/>Command voices, <BR/>And the bang <BR/>Of a falling box. <BR/><BR/>But <BR/>Then <BR/>Maria <BR/>Comes <BR/>With her basket <BR/>She chooses <BR/>An artichoke, <BR/>She's not afraid of it. <BR/>She examines it, she observes it <BR/>Up against the light like it was an egg, <BR/>She buys it, <BR/>She mixes it up <BR/>In her handbag <BR/>With a pair of shoes <BR/>With a cabbage head and a <BR/>Bottle <BR/>Of vinegar <BR/>Until <BR/>She enters the kitchen <BR/>And submerges it in a pot. <BR/><BR/>Thus ends <BR/>In peace <BR/>This career <BR/>Of the armed vegetable <BR/>Which is called an artichoke, <BR/>Then <BR/>Scale by scale, <BR/>We strip off <BR/>The delicacy <BR/>And eat <BR/>The peaceful mush <BR/>Of its green heart.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Translated by Jodey BatemanJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-62201933362538557842008-05-07T22:21:00.000-07:002008-05-07T22:21:00.000-07:00Have you ever read the "Ode to the Artichoke" by P...Have you ever read the "Ode to the Artichoke" by Pablo Neruda? I'm sure you'd love it!<BR/><BR/>-RebeccaAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08701674647723014222noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-89713659817676523362008-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:002008-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:00a beautiful story. You have a gift with expression...a beautiful story. You have a gift with expression--the ability to capture the essence of a moment with unique insight and clarity.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing.<BR/><BR/>Oregon GirlJenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14933871198956778143noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-30063445015137810072008-04-29T17:47:00.000-07:002008-04-29T17:47:00.000-07:00Hi Jen,I do remember meeting you at the Metropolit...Hi Jen,<BR/>I do remember meeting you at the Metropolitan. I'm going to be creating a page of links called "Cooking in Utah Kitchen" and I'll add you to that list for sure. I may not get it done until school is out for the summer. <BR/><BR/>Holly and I (from Phe/MOM/enon) are also thinking about trying to organize some kind of meet-up of Utah food bloggers this summer so we'll let you know about that too.Kalyn Dennyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02499065771517548587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-25158554431185606422008-04-28T21:16:00.000-07:002008-04-28T21:16:00.000-07:00Andrew! I'm glad you saw your video! I'm sure some...Andrew! I'm glad you saw your video! I'm sure someday you'll be a famous dessert chef and this video will be worth a million bucks!!<BR/><BR/>Love you!<BR/>Did Truman see the video too?Jenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01746999645760093776noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32080803.post-34911471888252078382008-04-28T16:34:00.000-07:002008-04-28T16:34:00.000-07:00Hi,Aunt Jenie!!!Thanks for putting us on your blog...Hi,Aunt Jenie!!!Thanks for putting us on your blog,like you said you would.I hope you're having a good time! -AndrewAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com