Batter-fried clams,
lobsters dunked in butter.
Summer on Maine beach.
I couldn’t push food out of my mind when I brainstormed “regional poetry” for Totally Optional Prompts. The fried clams at Ken’s Place in Scarborough, Maine, are the best in the world. Far better than breaded clams. At least, in my opinion.
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yum… i have been on the west coast for 6 years,,, and i am still waiting for a decent piece of shell fish……
Comment by paisley — April 3, 2008 @ 8:35 am
Food and place are indeed often tied together. And as long as your poem is after green-head season, I can just say, “Yum!”
Comment by sister AE — April 3, 2008 @ 9:12 am
Ah, the yearning I feel for that Maine food! Wonderful!
Comment by Tumblewords — April 3, 2008 @ 11:08 am
i love regional foods,
Comment by Crafty Green Poet — April 3, 2008 @ 12:36 pm
I can see the table and the view.. short, but fills my tummy
Comment by C. Elizabeth — April 4, 2008 @ 1:22 pm
I can see the table and the view.. short, but fills my tummy
Comment by C. Elizabeth — April 4, 2008 @ 1:23 pm
hmmmmm…. I hungry.
Comment by ptcakes — April 4, 2008 @ 4:35 pm
Almost read that second line as lobsters “drunk on” butter. Love both images!
Graphic and mouth-watering!
Gemma
Comment by Gemma — April 5, 2008 @ 5:55 pm