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Photo Play: Bread, Pastries, and Pies

By Heather Eure 50 Comments

Instagram remains a popular app for visual storytelling and from what we’ve seen, much of the plot is based on breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Although “foodstagramming” has its critics, there are many who celebrate the picture-perfect plate and keep right on dishing out foodie photographs to share with the world.

Thanks to everyone who participated in last week’s poetry prompt. We can’t get enough of our favorite pastries, and it shows (in our poetry, of course)!  Here is a poem from Robbie we enjoyed:

The pastries rest in placidity
Placed sophisticatedly
And enshrined in glass
Inaccessible
Mocking our simplicity
Invoking insecurity
We leave for donuts

—by Robbie Pruitt

PHOTO PLAY PROMPT: Check out these helpful tips on how to make your food photographs look their best. Before you dive into that crusty loaf of artisan bread or slice of homemade cherry pie, take a moment to capture an artfully arranged photo. Share it with us by linking it in the comments. Hungry yet?

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NOTE TO POETS: Looking for your Monday poetry prompt? On Photo Play weeks, it’s right here. Find inspiration from the photo in the post and respond with a poem. Leave your poem in the comment box. We’ll be reading. :)

Photo by Robert S. Donovan. Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Heather Eure.

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Heather Eure has served as the Poetry Editor for the late Burnside Collective and Special Projects Editor for us at Tweetspeak Poetry. Her poems have appeared at Every Day Poems. Her wit has appeared just about everywhere she's ever showed up, and if you're lucky you were there to hear it.
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  1. Robbie Pruitt says

    January 12, 2015 at 12:44 pm

    Thank you for featuring my poem “Pastries of Sophistication” here. So glad you all liked it enough to re-post. I am overwhelmed and humbled considering all the wonderful poems posted on last week’s prompt. Thank you!

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 11:46 am

      To quote a bit of Homer Simpson wisdom: “Donuts. Is there anything they can’t do?” 🙂

      Reply
  2. michelle ortega says

    January 12, 2015 at 4:14 pm

    Yummmmmmmy 🙂

    http://instagram.com/p/xxE_OkPNGq/?modal=true

    Reply
    • Monica Sharman says

      January 13, 2015 at 10:40 am

      Looks fabulous, Michelle!

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 11:48 am

      Yum, indeed! Are those tiny vanilla bean seeds?

      Reply
  3. Monica Sharman says

    January 13, 2015 at 10:40 am

    I had to submit my nephew’s gingerbread Godzilla. 🙂 The other two photos: mango cake and roasted-veggie pizza w/goat cheese (and my favorite pizza crust recipe).

    https://www.flickr.com/photos/monica-sharman/16271769115/

    https://www.flickr.com/photos/monica-sharman/16245845016/

    https://www.flickr.com/photos/monica-sharman/16084238978/

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 11:52 am

      Well done! Mango cake?! That sounds amazing. Care to share your pizza recipe? Perty please?! Especially fond of the gingerbread Godzilla. Fierce, yet friendly. 🙂

      Reply
      • Monica Sharman says

        January 17, 2015 at 10:40 am

        “Fierce, yet friendly.” I like that. A friend told me it was “Gingerzilla.”

        Pizza:

        First, roast diced eggplant, yellow bell peppers, red onions.

        From the bottom up:

        whole-wheat crust
        EVOO
        basil
        chopped garlic (lots)
        ricotta
        mozzarella
        roasted veggies
        sprinkle w/goat cheese

        Reply
        • Heather Eure says

          January 19, 2015 at 3:24 am

          Thank you! 😀

          Reply
  4. Sandra Wirfel says

    January 13, 2015 at 12:29 pm

    Sorry behind the times here, no instagram’s from me, although I am enjoying seeing what others have contributed for the few that open on my computer. So great being a part of this poetic community.

    Reply
    • Donna says

      January 14, 2015 at 12:52 pm

      …and so great to have you with us, Sandra! I don’t have any pics, either.

      I had a certain pie in mind…
      but now it’s just an empty pan.

      🙂

      Reply
      • Sandra Wirfel says

        January 20, 2015 at 9:44 am

        So glad to be here, thank you everyone for the warm welcome.

        Reply
        • Donna says

          January 20, 2015 at 9:47 am

          Hi Sandra! Gave you seen our Mischief Cafe yet? You can click in here: https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/mischief-cafe/

          Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 11:53 am

      Glad you’re here, Sandra. Feel free to find inspiration from an image you see here and write a poem about it!

      Reply
    • Elizabeth Marshall says

      January 18, 2015 at 4:23 pm

      So wonderful to have you here Sandra.

      Reply
  5. Richard Maxson says

    January 14, 2015 at 8:37 am

    The Secret To Good Crust

    The recipe of life—
    soft and moist dark surfaces,
    pounding sounds and air round
    and varied, aloft somewhere.

    A force then, a motion outward bent
    toward the light and spaces rent,
    a swelling of the world, and faces,
    loving, strange and harsh to make a crust.

    From recipe to the cooling rack,
    this is it—the yeast breathing
    and budding, making pockets
    for the dough and those apples,

    lace them over well, like delicious
    chain mail, until cooled, then eat,
    but always remember the first one,
    unnamed, and all the weight since.

    Reply
    • L. L. Barkat says

      January 14, 2015 at 9:43 am

      I love this, Richard: “but always remember the first one,
      unnamed, and all the weight since”

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 14, 2015 at 12:26 pm

        Thank you, Laura. I was hoping I hadn’t stretched the prompt to far.

        Reply
    • Robbie Pruitt says

      January 14, 2015 at 9:59 pm

      Pie

      Your aroma lured me
      To your warmth
      Your golden skin—seductive
      Glistening with sweetness
      Your intoxicating fruit—coy
      Beneath the lattice
      One can sneak a taste
      And imagine the pleasure

      © January 14, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

      Reply
      • Robbie Pruitt says

        January 14, 2015 at 10:12 pm

        Sorry, I put this poem in the wrong place. . . maybe in more ways than one. . . here we go:

        Pie

        Your aroma lured me
        To your warmth
        Your golden skin—seductive
        Glistening with sweetness
        Your intoxicating fruit—coy
        Beneath the lattice
        One can sneak a taste
        And imagine the pleasure

        © January 14, 2015, Robbie Pruitt

        Reply
        • Sandra Wirfel says

          January 20, 2015 at 9:47 am

          Wow, never thought I could imagine sex in a pie. Well done.

          Reply
          • Robbie Pruitt says

            January 20, 2015 at 9:58 am

            Thank you Sandra!

    • Robbie Pruitt says

      January 14, 2015 at 10:02 pm

      .

      Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 11:59 am

      Delicious chain mail… that’s great!

      I like how there are words related to physics throughout.

      Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:45 am

      I love the line “the yeast breathing and budding” I never thought of yeast as budding, only bubbling, but this is a great visual, because the yeast is growing, love it.

      Reply
  6. Marcy Terwilliger says

    January 14, 2015 at 1:03 pm

    “It’s all about that Crust”

    Yes, that crust
    The trim
    What’s leftover
    Fell from the rim
    Not needed
    For that pie
    Take those pieces
    Pile them up high
    Roll out with the pen
    Spread that butter
    With your hand
    Sprinkle sugar
    Then cinnamon too
    Bake at 400 degrees
    That’s what you do
    It’s all about that crust
    Crisp and hot
    Just take a bite
    Who needs the pie
    It’s about that crust
    Let’s get that right.

    Reply
    • Heather Eure says

      January 15, 2015 at 12:00 pm

      The crust is my favorite part of the pie too, Marcy. 🙂

      Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:42 am

      I loved this. I love making pie crust, my great grandmother had a melt in your mouth crust, the recipe is over a hundred years old, and the secret ingrediant was a tablespoon of milk, I will have to see if I can find the recipe and post it.

      Reply
  7. Richard Maxson says

    January 15, 2015 at 1:49 pm

    Crusts

    I.

    From my windows the mountains
    are a pie when I was small,
    fingers on the table’s edge,
    a warning shouted down the hall.

    I see my Mother’s fingers nip
    the dough, two different window panes,
    one dusty with neglect, one ever fair
    that time has tried to steal in vain.

    II.

    Sometimes the snow was stiff,
    it melted in your mouth (not sweet),
    like clouds, not lofty ones,
    but like the clouds I used to eat.

    Or off the curb in great plowed piles,
    like meringue four buckles on my boot,
    mud-water brown along the top,
    trouble lurking in the soot.

    III.

    Awakened to fix my tray and seat,
    in spite of what I try to hold,
    these dreams abated by the bell,
    while I obey what I am told.

    As if in a poem with miles to go,
    I feel the plane begin to slow,
    the wing my side is dipping low,
    for mountains filling up with snow.

    Reply
    • L. L. Barkat says

      January 15, 2015 at 9:17 pm

      Really love this part, Richard:

      As if in a poem with miles to go,
      I feel the plane begin to slow,
      the wing my side is dipping low,
      for mountains filling up with snow.

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 16, 2015 at 1:19 am

        Thank you.

        Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:48 am

      I wouldn’t even know where to comment on this one, the whole thing is whimsical, beautiful full of visuals, amazing.

      Reply
      • Richard Maxson says

        January 20, 2015 at 10:08 pm

        Thank you.

        Reply
  8. Marcy Terwilliger says

    January 15, 2015 at 11:47 pm

    Without the Crust, No Pie!

    Crust, so flaky like me,
    Tender, like my heart
    Not puffed up you see.
    This is deep,
    Pricking and re-pricking is involved
    Am I the only one?
    Sometimes I have difficulty,
    Not puffed up
    I’m level headed you see.
    Be accurate
    I’m seeing variables in this,
    Thin with age
    Chilling cold.
    Be a pleasure to be successful
    Skill and practice
    Stretching my tears.
    Pin in hand, my fingers crimp with age,
    Pinch, push, toss.
    Is this the slice of my life?

    Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 18, 2015 at 10:38 pm

      Marcy, I so remember those cinnamon rolls or the rolled out “elephant ears.”

      Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:50 am

      I felt a connection with the external body and the indulgence of the internal body…Such a connection food for the body and soul…

      Reply
  9. Donna says

    January 16, 2015 at 3:27 pm

    I strayed from pie crust, but I blame puff pastry’s pull:

    Origins of Spaces

    Each empty space
    in my puff pastry heart
    was forged…
    an alchemy of fire.

    Fossils from gifts
    where sweetness
    now pools.

    And so,
    I fill each hole
    with

    thanks.

    http://thebrightersideblog.blogspot.com/2015/01/origins-of-spaces.html

    Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:51 am

      I like the “alchemy of fire”

      Reply
  10. SimplyDarlene says

    January 18, 2015 at 1:03 am

    photo and poetry prompt here:

    http://simplydarlene.com/2015/01/17/butter-heavy/

    Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 18, 2015 at 10:39 pm

      Darlene, this bread looks delicious. Curious, who did you catch in the act?

      Reply
  11. S. Etole says

    January 18, 2015 at 1:14 am

    Almost missed seeing this prompt.
    This is a piece of my grandson’s delicious pecan pie:
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/45405642@N08/15738326890/
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/45405642@N08/15739876407/in/photostream/

    Reply
  12. Elizabeth Marshall says

    January 18, 2015 at 4:49 pm

    When The Lights Go Out

    I trace tan edges of your silhouette
    Spy your profile, in the dim lit room
    Decide how deep I’ll go
    In search of your forbidden
    Fruit
    Hot with heat of
    Cheeries open
    Running
    Like hot lava
    Seeping into every bite
    My
    Tongue tip
    Tip toes up and down the tines
    Of silver dessert
    Fork

    I dig deep into the freezer
    Vanilla ice cream
    Needed now
    To cool the heat
    Rising from deep within

    I sit
    Alone
    Savoring the memory of you
    And I

    Woman and her slice of pie
    Stolen moments
    In the dark

    There is nothing left
    But sweet moments of
    the last bite
    I took

    After the lights went out
    Last night

    Until I bake again
    Sweet
    Tart

    Reply
    • Elizabeth Marshall says

      January 18, 2015 at 4:50 pm

      .

      Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      January 20, 2015 at 9:53 am

      More sex and dessert, awesome.. favorite line was “I sit alone savoring the memory of you”

      Reply
    • Richard Maxson says

      January 21, 2015 at 12:55 pm

      This reads trippingly on the tongue:

      My
      Tongue tip
      Tip toes up and down the tines
      Of silver dessert
      Fork

      Love it!

      Reply
  13. Magdalena Ball says

    February 1, 2015 at 5:58 pm

    Probably a bit late now to be posting on this one, right? But I’m a late starter – and poetry never go stale (unlike pastries). Will go do fortune cookie now and try to keep to schedule – thanks for the prompts!

    Ascetic Stitch

    There’s an ascetic stitch
    here, at the arctic centre of my chest
    something old, withered,
    graceless
    but still throbbing.

    It’s hard to trace the origin
    but I know it has to do with
    those once crisp, flaky croissants
    neglected, with the carefully placed
    jam, butter, chocolate spread
    left for no one
    on the kitchen table.

    We share our affliction
    most keenly
    in the kitchen.

    All the licking and hording
    counting the chews
    checking for preservatives, GMOs and other poisons
    passing down guilt
    feeding and failing
    blurring the lines between parent
    and child.

    I keep trying to pretend I’m different.

    In the end you became so thin
    the skin was hanging.

    Fear fashioned itself into
    a well-stocked fridge
    a cupboard loaded with uneaten food
    in the event of
    the unseen, anticipated
    bogyman
    finally arriving.

    He arrived all right
    but by then
    you had no appetite.

    Reply
    • Donna says

      February 1, 2015 at 6:15 pm

      Magdalena, I am so glad you did…

      You had me right from the beginning… from “the arctic centre of my chest” I get a frantic, groundless feeling from your poem.

      “Fear fashioned itself into
      a well-stocked fridge”
      and
      “by then
      you had no appetite.”

      Oh my goodness, there is so much here, from beginning to end. Thank you for sharing your words with us. Please come often, because, as you said, poetry never goes stale.

      Reply
    • Elizabeth W. Marshall says

      February 2, 2015 at 10:02 am

      Welcome to Tweetspeak. What a gift to have you writing poetry here.
      Your words here leave me hungry for more of your poetry. Going back for a second read. This is rich indeed.
      P.S. you arrived righton time 🙂

      Reply
    • Sandra Wirfel says

      February 3, 2015 at 11:45 am

      Wow, this was a whole lot going on, you pulled me right in, and I love the inclusion with the bogyman.

      Reply

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