Words and Images by Betsy DiJulio

Lessons from a French Kitchen by Richard Goodman

Limits by Dinah Lenney

Slaughterhouse by Marissa Landrigan

Home is Where the Beer Is by Adam Blake Wright

Navel Gazing by Samuel Stinson

The Sacred Canon by Betsy DiJulio

Game Over by PES

A Return to M.F.K. Fisher by Leo Racicot

Two Poems by L.A. Ashby

Dame Factor Inc. by Melanie Abramov

With Mangoes by Grace Pauley

Table 7 by Marko Slavnic

Monster Roll by Dan Blank

Revenge by Lernert and Sander

Poor Girl Gourmet by Amy McCoy

The First Taste by Saatchi & Saatchi and Heckler

Samba Salad by Sandra Kaas

flatten by Kay van Vree and Hugo de Kok

Ways of Cheddar Chex Mix by Megan Kimble

Menupoems 2014

Chocolate Bunny by Lernert and Sander

The Traveller Eggs by Nora Silva

Interview by Peggy Wolff

Fermentophone by Joshua Pablo Rosenstock

Lycopersicum by Uli Westphal

Cupcake Canon by Johnny Cupcakes and Kamp Grizzly

Street View Supermarket by Liat Berdugo

Modern Art Desserts by Caitlin Freeman

Travel Around the Hob by Nora Silva

Marzipan in Toledo by Kristen Hemlsdoefer

10,000 Items or Less by Blair Neal

Menupoems 2013

How to Explain It to My Parents by Lernert & Sander

The Burger Foundation by Michelle Ellsworth

Bebe Coca-Cola by Décio Pignatari

Tournedo Gorge by Kathi Inman Berens

Food Remix by Michelle Ellsworth

Interview with Darra Goldstein

Eating on Berry Street by Emily Nemens

In the Most Unlikely Places by Jason Bell

The Birthplace of the Tomato by David Wanczyk

Pot Luck by Cindy McCain

Secret Foods


"Tea Time" and "In My Kitchen"

by L.A. Ashby

Tea Time

There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea. –Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

Just like the blue Ball
Mason jar in our pantry,
mama holds Sweet-n-Low.

Sweet and low, perfect pace
when she sings the

And all the cats wail
when I whistle in tune
with mama’s melodic croon.

Dance around our feet--
bushy tails meet calloused heels,
darkened from dirty floors
that won’t come clean.

So we’ll scrub, hum, sing
shoo cats from the kitchen
cups in hand
as the silver pot adds shrill notes

to our cracked crescendo.

In My Kitchen

this morning is the light
pops of a wooden wick candle
against the scratches
of my pen

and the euphoric,
as dark chocolate melts
into my palate

only to be washed
by the warmth of
a mouth
of Earl Grey.

  L.A. Ashby is a gregarious Appalachian farm girl from the hills of Eastern Kentucky. She is a poet and non-fiction essayist who attempts to capture the Appalachian aesthetic with her words. Her poetry has appeared in Et Cetera (2009) and S/tick (2014). Currently she resides in the Tri-State area where she teaches English Composition for Marshall University. ​Recorded by Jon Hawkins of Hawkins Sounds.