Welcome to the Daily Achatz, a regular dose of submissions from our ticket giveaway for Grant Achatz's book party/tasting event at Astor Center on November 6. If you want to play, submit a rhyming poem about the great chef to firstname.lastname@example.org by the end of the day.
Think of the things I could eat
If Mr. Achatz I could meet:
Frozen avocado puffs over teriyaki broth,
Candied cilantro lollipops and fricasseed sloth,
Smoked tofu whipped with air,
With a side of fried pear!
I would be glorious, weird, orgasmic and more,
But alas I cannot go, because I am poor.
What's this you say, a ticket is free?
And all you must see is a poem made by me?
I think I can do it, it doesn't seem so hard.
The people I know tell me I'm quite a card.
Ok let's think .a poem about food. Well, being so hungry has put me in the mood.· Eater Giveaway: Grant Achatz at the Astor Center [~E~]
But it's hard to write this poem!
I mean what rhymes with foam?
Fine, I give up, oh woe is me.
I'll never eat frozen cheese topped with braised lychee.
I can't write this poem, I guess I'll never have fun.
Wait what..huh? I guess it's already done.