Last Call: Here Is A Poem Inspired By Ina Garten
Ina Garten is not just a barefoot contessa, she is also a kitchen goddess, full of ancient wisdom which she sometimes bestows on mere mortals. The other day, Maria Yagoda, the restaurant editor of Food & Wine, published a blog post summarizing the most important things she has learned from Ina. These include "Freeze your bread in chunks," "Make two cakes at one time," and "Store-bought is fine." The list inspired one reader named Mary to write a poem called "ina garten," which she shared with Yagoda via email and which Yagoda shared with the rest of us via Twitter.
yesterday i did a blog on tips from ina garten that improved the quality of my life (https://t.co/ZINtQMAi2v) and this morning i woke up to an email from a reader that may be the most beautiful poem i have read this year, titled "ina garten" pic.twitter.com/Mb92kIUEWz
— maria yagoda (@mariayagoda) August 8, 2020
Here is the whole poem. It is truly lovely.
We butchered our own chickens growing up
and my mother said never buychicken over 3 1/2 pounds. Ideally, it should bearound 3 pounds. Mymother once said all the chickens now look likethey have boob jobs.
I only make one cake and unless you've got likesix people in yourfamily nobody should be eating a whole cakeanymore, especially at myage, so I actually only make one and split it andmy friends knowthey're getting half a cake. They don't mind.
I like to try something new when I havecompany over because I willSplurge. That being said, I usually have people overthat are close tome and they don't care if I screw up. If I didn't knowthe people that wellI would do a tried and true.
Yes store-bought is fine occasionally, but mostof us can only getPepperidge Farm puff and I am not thatfond of it. It doesn'thave any butter. WTF? It would take me anhour and a half to twohours to get to Trader Joe's on I-4 which hasbeen undergoingconstruction since 2001 with no end in sightand is considered themost dangerous highway in the United States. Itry to avoid this road.When I lived in California, the French bakerywould sell puff pastrydough by the pound... I loved those people.There is a special place inheaven for those people.