Boiling

Here I stand, a fifties cook,

Double-boiling all my veg:

Somewhere in the Reaper’s Book

Another life is on the edge –

Now my family is at peace

Because I shunned the virgin grease.

 

Here’s a carrot, here’s a spud,

Let them wallow in the water:

Now I’ve stunned my son’s young blood,

Now I’ve killed my precious daughter –

Underneath the boneyard soil:

Ever heard of Virgin Oil?

 

My leek dissolves, my spinach wilts,

All my guests have upped and died,

There’s no imagining my guilt –

If only all my greens were fried!

Their ghosts express dissatisfaction

That I ignored phenolic fraction.

 

An era later, chopping swede

Or bulbous marrow for their plate,

I’m ready to assuage their greed

With Extra Virgin by the crate.

As Death recedes, I give a look.

BASTARDS! BLOODY LEARN TO COOK!

 

 

 

Click here for a Telegraph article

 

 

21 January 2016

Professor Cristina Samaniego Sanchez of the University of Granada has shown that boiling vegetables is not nearly as healthy as frying them.


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