Small Potatoes

By Ed Crane
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Breaking open an oven crisp French
stick and separating it into ragged
pieces, I spread ripe Camembert ooze
over its cereal countryman savouring
the salty ammoniacal smell and taste.
Pouring some contents of a decorked
bottle of '03 mongrel Corbieres wine
into an IKEA up-market wine glass
the size of a half pint bitter jug, I begin
to fret, "This will no doubt end up with
nightmares tonight." But upon reflection
I consider it a small potatoes price to
pay for hazing out life's ongoing bad-trip.
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Great poem and a summary of
Great poem and a summary of my lunch and dinner today including the IKEA wine glass. Fab! Btw - cheese giving you nightmares is a myth. Scientists tested the theory using a variety of different cheeses and found that contrary to hindering sleep it actually aided it, although some cheeses were better than others. I can't remember if it commented on cammenbert of not.
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I found where you break the
I found where you break the line really effective at emphasising words particularly in the first stanza.
A glug or two (or three!) of wine sounds just what is needed after a hard day- you can almost hear that being poured and the descriptive tearing of the bread.
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ammoniacal, oozey Camembert,
ammoniacal, oozey Camembert, and a warm, crispy bread that's torn, not cut - with a glass of red wine -dreamy, and neatly written. And did you just take that photo of your cheeses and wine? Think I'll join you.
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Starving! Some delicious
Starving! Some delicious sensory language and now long for all of it on a crammed plate. Never mind that it's 3am. Often wonder if the nightmare theory's scientifically sound.
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