by Steven Doyle
There is a famous poem by William Carlos William that discusses purloined plums that sat in an ice box eaten at their prime by a remorseful significant other. It has been said that not much thought went into this very brief poem admittedly by William, but you can sense the remorse in the words that the plums were so delicious that he no doubt wished he had shared the experience.
Following is the original 1936 poem, followed by an imagined chef’s rendition. What we want you to do as an amazing contest is to think of a chef or a restaurant in Dallas or Fort Worth and write what they might say in this poem. Anyone can enter, including said chefs. Write your poem in comments. Continue reading