Tag: WAVES

Allergigory

The hiss behind the pounding roar
Of winter waves upon the sand
As, spent, the surf retreats once more,
The angry fist turned gentle hand,
Wet fingers tracing diamonds in
The dust of boulders eons old:
Spring allergies come once again
To wash away my winter cold.

The French Chef

100 years ago today*
Pasadena’s Chef Anglais
Was born, and John and Caro smiled
At their first McWilliams child.
Julia, the baby, grew
(And grew) until, at six-foot-two,
She proved too tall for WAVES or WACs
So she repelled the foe’s attacks
By working for the OSS
(The proto-CIA shop? Yes!)
Where she did lots of secret things
And, as it happened, traded rings
With OSS man-Child Paul
With whom she moved to modern Gaul–
That’s Paris–where she learned to cook
At Cordon Bleu, then wrote the book
That brought cuisine française to life
For Suzy (M. Homemaker’s wife)
And on which her career was piled.
Happy Birthday, Julia Child!

*15 August, to be clear.
Google’s Doodle’s early here!