I owe amends to broccoli stems
For ignorant neglect,
And failure to treat this cabbage with the requisite respect.

On the wrong side of my reckoning
Of wheat versus the chaff
I tossed them in the compost in a culinary gaffe.

Turned up my nose at snout to tail
Of leafy greens and scallion,
You’d think I would know better as an hono’ry Italian.

The stalks so sweet and tender,
Subtle flavors underneath,
And unlike the florets they’re rarely caught betwixt my teeth.

I’ll go out on a limb now
At the risk of a kerfuffle,
And say they’re second only to the venerated truffle! 

Tags: poetry

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