Ima Ryma


Fried? - Poem by Ima Ryma

A cooking journey, leg by leg.
Make batter in a mixing bowl,
Flour, baking soda and egg
Mixed with water in combo whole.
Let sit, and some veggie oil heat.
Trim up the meat, singe any hair.
Into the batter, dip the meat.
Into the oil, dip the meat there,
Spread eagled so as not to clump,
Until a lightly browned hor d'oeuvre.
Pull out and let drain the cooked lump.
Sprinkle with paprika and serve.

What's this? Will anybody guess?
A deep fried tarantula - yes!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 8, 2013


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