"gruyere" poems
I always thought making lasagna,
is like a religious experience for me.
And it is I mean,
it's always different depending,
on what I have,
for meat or no meat,
and vegetables,
and cheeses,
You can use cream cheese,
gruyere and cheddar believe it or not,
definitely need mozzarella though,
haha,
All those epic lasagnas I've made,
geez,
amazing what I've learned,
NO failures, ever,
and so many lessons in leftovers,
appreciating the depth of flavors
the gifts of the day,
and those yummy memories,
emmmm, boy.
When you can pause,
a -second-
to appreciate the
finer things in life,
like this here leftover lasagna.
It might be what makes you a good chef,
I don't know,
But it sure is better next day.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
The cheesiest thing... Is that when the parmesan and mozzarella melt, they become one.
Just like how he and I kissed at our wedding. We marry and become one soul.
We are like gruyere and onion soup... We soak ourselves in the broth of love...
When we think of each other, we are like bleu cheese and crackers, our soul complements each other.
The cheesier our love... The more our hearts melt when our eyes meet...
Our love is described by the nature of cheeses.
How some strong cheeses are complemented with the sweetest fruits, how some cheeses are worth melting for and how some cheeses are eaten just the way they are.
Just like how we fall in love when opposites attract, how someone is worth sacrificing for and how we fall in love with someone who’s just the way they are.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Oh, Emmenthal the things I said,
And we just Gruyere
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
this year for halloween
im going as a slice of cheese
so i can scare people
with puns
now how do i begin?
o-que, so
i walk down the halloumi and see
my friends colby and jack
colby's dressed as a camembear
scary enough to make you go emmental
jack's dressed as the Cheshire cat
who listens to baroquefort
we all sit down paneer the window
"so teleme," i ask, "what's gouda?"
"i'll tell you what's gouda," jack replies eagerly,
"see that girl over there, fonTina?"
how could i swiss her, i thought, with her looks and her cheddar, she could make it gruyere down there out of even the LEAST manchego of men
"go talk to her, jack, it'll be a brieze"
"no whey man!"
"yes whey"
"man i'm too anxious, i'd rather talk on the mascarphone"
"what do you mean, you're the goat!"
"we can'tal be buff-alo like you, why don't you talk to her?"
"already dating monterey"
"i didn't know you swung both wheys"
"sometimes i feel like my sexuality was madE backwards"
"alright that's enough!" jack stammered. "i'm fetup with these puns! it was fun at first but it's gotten annoying. some of this **** doesn't even make any sense! just go man, nobody wants you here."
colby and i exchanged a solemn glance
i turned to jack
"..................ricotta be kidding me!"
"LEAVE!" jack screamed, and i turned and walked away
now it's time i asiago home
feeling blue, heading back to my cottage
sad and provolone
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC