Mackerel scales and mares’ tails Make lofty ships carry low sails. ‑Old Sailors’ Rain Warning‑ (Due to family obligations for a few weeks, I’m posting some previous posts that I’ve dusted off and updated. ) Alas, the poor mackerel! A sky resembling its scales bodes rains. An unfriendly person is “cold as a mackerel”. “Dead … More Holy Mackerel!
As I cooked a Diamond Jim-sized American breakfast this Super-Bowl-Sunday morning – pancakes with real maple syrup, thick-sliced bacon from Edwards’ Surry smokehouse, scrambled eggs, and orange juice – I considered taking a picture of my cholesterol-laden plate for “Gherkins & Tomatoes.” But hunger beat me to it. In the end, the only picture I … More A Reflection on Poetry and Writing About Food: Mark Doty and “Souls on Ice”