GARLIC

GARLIC
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways:
The delicious nutty bite,
That comes back and stays.
Offensively wonderful,
Smoky stench-roasted.
Divine in most cheeses,
On breads soft and toasted.
Poked in meats infused,
With Your pungence divine.
Pressed into sauces,
With red or white wine.
Poached with a fish,
You steal the show.
Scrambled in eggs,
None better I know.
Whatever I prepare,
I love to incorporate,
Your lovely cloves,
That deeply permeate.
A sonnet not enough,
For taste you displayed.
Therefore you’ll now hang,
By my stove in a braid.



by: Kimarie Manhart-Freeman