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How to make Red Onion Chutney

 

 

 

 

First,
read some Neruda:
humble onion, praised and rounded
& rosaceous delicate layers;
grown steady


place hands prayer-like,

into soft loam
gentle globe waiting
to become undone,
under a pomegranate sky


a palm firm, holds the earthen ruby,
even the rough outer skin, cannot wait
to shed itself & be glorified


softer joy awaits,
nimble hands make lightness
of peeling back the layers,
on the inside
like a poem waiting to be read

 

 

 

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  • grannyeri gold member
    March 9, 2008

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    So very outside the norm- reading this is poetry to one's ears! LOL Congrats on winning gold - glorious.


  • Kevin Moderators member
    September 28, 2007

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    This is amazing! And it's 'pomegranate'

    waiting to become undone. I swear, you get better and better.

    cooking always has such wonderful erotic ties to it, you pull them together nicely and subtley here in a very poetic outpouring of images that work together well...


  • michael thomas
    September 26, 2007

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    Excellent. Red Onion Chutney

    ........................................................

    5 Red Onions (sliced)
    1 teaspoon Honey
    5 tablespoons Brown Sugar
    1/2 cup Red Wine
    2 tablespoons Balsamic Vinegar
    2 1/2 oz Apricots (dried)
    1 Apple


    Est. Prep Time: 10 minutes
    Est. Cooking Time: 1 1/4 hours

    Thinly slice the red onion and the dried apricots. Peel, core and slice the apple.

    Put these items plus all the remaining ingredients in a saucepan, add 1/2 cup (4 oz / 125 ml) of water. Bring to a simmer then cover and simmer for 25 minutes, then uncover and simmer very gently for 30 to 45 minutes until the onion is tender and all the liquid has settled.

    Store refrigerated in an airtight container or jar.

    ...............................................

    I do not see what all the deal is about? What does Neruda have to do with life? I can live without Shakespeare or Jesus. Christ!!!


  • Grunts Girl gold member
    September 23, 2007

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    now i thought i commented on this...
    and i look and i dont see me...
    *harumf*
    i must have read this at work and had to go...

    "into soft loam
    gentle globe waiting
    to become undone,
    under a pomegranite sky"

    this was my favorite section.. because if i didnt read it carefully... i almost read it as a pornographic sky *giggles*

    i did so like this.. oodles in fact...
    hey.. what is up with that shoe missy?
    me thinks you feeling all bondaged like?
    lol



    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 23, 2007
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      whip me
      beat me
      tie me to a tree
      and call me barbara

      lmao





      hheheheheh

      thankie oodles and oodles


  • rebeka
    September 22, 2007
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    ummmm, so delicious, rich rich textured poetry.


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    September 20, 2007

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    one word comes to mind reading this... brilliant...


    one of your finest...


    al


  • EvilKate
    September 18, 2007

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    Everyone else has said anything I could say and more - so I'll just leave it at "This makes me hungry - for more poetry with a chutney texture"


  • cvillelisa
    September 17, 2007

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    Reminds me a bit of Jane Hirshfield's cooking poems, whenever I read that one where she talks about the garlic and the butter and spices going into the frying pan, I start to smell it all.

    Good luck in the contest, Gil of the many talents.

    Lisa

    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 17, 2007
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      golly...

      thank you Lisa.... and yes, I love Jane's cooking plumes too... and you're right, the garlic thing is so there... so there


  • Ariosto II. gold member
    September 17, 2007

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    Would not work without Neruda


    How would it be with Bukowski I wonder

    Reminds me of an old simon and garfunkle tune
    Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme

    is it lip smackin' good?

    the poem sure is

    d


  • Lute
    September 17, 2007

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    A pungent relish made of fruits, spices, and herbs.

    Lute he used to watch these two old english ladies on the tv, they rides around merry old england on a motorcycle with a sidecar talking and cooking things. well, they wasn't cooking thing on the motorcycle acourse, but there was once two american guys who went around cooking things on the engine of their car. They was pretty famous for a while.

    Ogres are much like onions, so it's said, but Donkeys prefer cakes. I have a friend. I shall ask her about this chutney stuff, it appears that there is more here than meets the eye. This is often the case when one reads poems. Lute not know why that it is.

    Anyways, them old ladies not on the tv no more.



    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 17, 2007
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      it was the Two Fat Ladies, Jennifer and Clarissa... unfortunately Jennifer died a few years ago now... both of them were quite posh... and well heeled.. but yes, they did alot of old fashioned cooking and stuff...

      Ogres>> ?? which i wanted to read as orgies.. lololol but it didn't ....lolololol

      are you an ogre or a donkey and do you like strawberries... i have some strawberries

      and yes, there is more in this... skins


  • quietly burning
    September 16, 2007

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    several different onion-like layers. nice touch of sensuality. so adept with devices and very select and judicicious parred down use of words. technically and artistically well done.

    pleasure to read


    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 17, 2007
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      thanks Steve.... high praise indeed, many thanks for poppinb by

      G.x


  • Cherokee
    September 16, 2007

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    I love onion metaphors... and Neruda... and the last line I especially love "like a poem waiting to be read". It is my favorite of the ones I have read of yours, which are usually over my head.


  • Emerald13
    September 15, 2007

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    lovely poetry ... i find it sensual as it involves all my senses in a close up focus of this vegetable ... i loved the irony of th rose analogy and really enjoyed the slo mo of locating the shape of the onion just a moment before pulling it out ... lovely poetry >>> Gina


  • jantastic
    September 14, 2007
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    it's a soft sigh and hands in warm earth


  • Cat gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    see this is the reason people think my contests are fixed- because a write like this comes through and is
    impossible not to honor in some manner- even if just by high praise in comment... but it's by my dear friend nurse chilly again and i, once again am screwed by individuals.. who will never get it

    let me explain
    why this poem is amazing

    it is clever- and thoughtful- uses poetic device
    - has a very carefully thought out plan
    leads the reader
    on more than one
    track but each as
    satisfying as the
    other- contains
    metaphor and actual
    imagery to sink my teeth
    into-

    loam.. i love the word loam- watch- i will use it in a poem soonly enough because i just realized that i love that word-

    and that is why i will be up for criticism and name calling in IMs again..



    m

    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 14, 2007
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      well let me say a couple of things

      1. screw 'em
      2. Do me!
      3. I have fallen in love with you, again and again

      thank you for one of the best comments I've had all year

      and yes.. I love loam too.. although my daughter despaired of me, cause i didn't put gloves on, and spoiled my newly french manicured nails... i am such a trogg...

      hehheheh

      you are lovely Miss Moo


    • Cat gold member
      September 14, 2007
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      did i mention it's worth it and makes me giggle?


  • Klayer
    September 14, 2007
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    Lovly wright. Liked alot

    df, 14


  • Nicolette gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    Jaaaa....who else than Neruda to start with! This is a recipe for love and loving, for life, for writing and reading poetry - and I can see you know your Neruda - he wrote so many odes to vegetables. Loved this one and the colours and the layers and the peeling....especially the peeling !

    Great poetry, Gill

    ~ Nicolette


  • Faded silver member
    September 14, 2007

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    Heh, I clicked on this expecting a recipie. Part of me is a little sad that I still have no idea how to actually make red onion chutney to go with my dinner tonight.

    Anyway, on to a comment about your poem:

    This was clever! I'm not sure how you set out to construct this but throughout I was thinking something like this..
    "Ah, it's about reading poetry. very clever. No no wait, I think it's about peeling an onion? But... the glorified skin? a poem?"
    What i'm trying to say is that the two concepts worked together very well (if you even intended them) ... in fact the difference between the two was seamless until you offer that very final line... 'like a poem waiting to be read.'

    Diction was just astounding. I specifically enjoyed 'earthen ruby', 'soft loam' and 'gentle globe'. I wanted the onion. The onion was beautiful and precious and wonderful and astounding (and many mroe other adjectives besides.)

    Wonderful.

    ~Faded

    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 14, 2007
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      i'm sorry bout the recipe... maybe i'll add it as an addendum... hehhehe



      but thank you for your lovely comment

  • Suzanne Dia
    September 14, 2007

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    I want some chutney now, but only if you'll read me some Naruda. He makes me all warm and sunsetty inside.

  • Rowan gold member
    September 14, 2007
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    ah..very nice. Neruda, and chutney..love that.


  • Olivias Violin
    September 14, 2007
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    Very Good!


  • guttermouth
    September 14, 2007

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    A fairly good poem with a fabulous last stanza to finish strong and leave a good lasting impression. Thanks for the read!


  • Peteskid gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    neruda and the name has a meaning to me for mood or a for a way of thinking, a fine main ingredient and wonderful spice...So very well done ...PK


  • neurosine gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    I saw you in the featured poem and I clicked on it because you are an old friend...but I didn't expect to be educated. Thanks.


    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 14, 2007
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      thank you Wayne... long time no see... i hope you're well and taking care of yourself

      be well poet





      G.x


      • neurosine gold member
        September 14, 2007
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        I'm well. And take care of myself quite often. Not as often as I should or in the right way...

  • Yvette Champ gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    Outstandingly beautiful,a ravishing recipe for love and life,this leaves the reader with the "ahhhh" factor,pure poetry,a pleasure to read.


  • IronIcecream
    September 14, 2007

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    mouth like onyx
    teeth won't cry
    layered sunflower rays
    tearing red
    ear lobed dry
    rings of smoke and
    undone tries


    • NurseChilly gold member
      September 14, 2007
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      ahhh Alex, your words always manage to make see new things ... so touching...

      thank you



  • tara wilson gold member
    September 14, 2007

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    "softer joy awaits,
    nimble hands make lightness
    of peeling back the layers,
    on the inside
    like a poem waiting to be read"

    beautiful

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