...."Hotpot Poetry: “The Art of Food”
I dunno if it’s just my crappy non-Taiwanese stomach or something everyone else goes through, but in the course of an all-you-can-eat hotpot session, somewhere in the middle I find it necessary to have a break.
During this time I like to take in my surroundings. The people around me, all stuffing their faces or ignoring eachother with their smart phones all offer a few moments relief from the meal at hand.
A look over at the food area rekindles any forgotten ‘oh I have to try that’ memories and a surveying of the decor itself often reveals little gems I might otherwise have missed.
Sitting in Greenness Hotpot in Banciao one night, it was there that I discovered ‘The Art of Food’:
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
Quite obviously not even in the slightest way connected food, let alone the art of it, I snapped a photo and made a mental note to investigate Greenness’ Art of Food when I got home.
A short Google search later revealed that indeed the Art of Food had nothing to do with food. Turns out Greenness’ the Art of Food was incorrectly titled and consisted of the first two verses of ‘Spring, the Sweet Spring’.
Spring, the Sweet Spring being poetic lyrics written Thomas Nashe around the year 1592 as part of the play ‘Summer’s Last Will and Testament‘.
Performed below by the Infinito Nightingales back in 2008:
‘A bit of high-brow English poetry with your hotpot, sir?’
‘Why thankyou*munchmunchmunch*that’d be*munchmunchmunch*splendid*munch*!’
January 27th, 2012 at 2:31 pm jenny(Quote)
Or from a template at the printer’s. :+)