Pink food

Pink food, originally uploaded by mslil65.

I especially love these cupcakes~

pink bagel!

pink bagel!, originally uploaded by notsofresh.

Electric!

Photo note:

"Brueggers has these breast cancer awareness bagels with which i am completely fascinated. i purchased six of them."

Breast Cancer Awareness Month Cuppie

Breast Cancer Awareness Month Cuppie, originally uploaded by Sugarbloom Bev ;o).

Check the link to learn more:

"Velvety Vanilla Cupcakes with Wild Hibiscus Mascarpone centres, topped with Tahitian Vanilla Buttercream and covered with White Chocolate fondant.
sugarbloomcupcakes.blogspot.com "

Dolce Bella Cream Puffs

Dolce Bella Cream Puffs , originally uploaded by dabuda.

Wow- These look amazing!

Cancer prevention food

Cancer prevention food, originally uploaded by janisaragita.

Another beautiful image. I've been making cabbage salad lately, to go with my bean salads. So good~

“Super Food that Heals"

“Super Food that Heals", originally uploaded by vicdv888 - (Super Busy).

Intriguing photo, interesting note:

"Highest Explore position # 322 on Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Kamote (sweet potato)

Did you know that kamote far exceeds the nutrition and health values of rice? Here are the benefits of substituting rice with kamote:
1. Kamote is more filling and suppresses hunger pangs longer. It is also cheaper than rice.
2. Unlike rice, kamote is so easy to grow. It grows in backyards with or without fertilizers. Local government executives can provide their poor communities with idle government land for planting kamote which the entire community can share.
3. Unlike rice which needs to be eaten with a dish, kamote tastes good and can be eaten by itself. Thus, substituting rice with kamote saves money for other needs.
4. Rice cannot match the nutritional values of kamote. Because rice converts to sugar in the body, the Philippines registers as a top producer of diabetics in the world. The poor tends to load up on rice and less on the dish which are more expensive. That makes them vulnerable to diabetes, an ailment known in developed countries as a rich man’s disease.
5. The nutritional values of a 3 oz baked kamote are: calories 90, fat 0 g, saturated fat 0 g, cholesterol 0 mg, carbohydrate 21 g, protein 2 g, dietary fiber 3 g, sodium 36 mg, vitamin A 19,218 IU, folic acid 6 micrograms, pantothenic acid 1 mg, vitamin B6 <1 mg, vitamin C 20 mg, vitamin E 1 mg, calcium 38 mg, manganese 1 mg, carotenoids 11,552 mcg, potassium 475 mg and magnesium 45 mg. Compare that to a 100 g serving of white rice with: calories 361 kcal, water 10.2 g, total fat 0.8 g, dietary fiber 0.6 g, calcium 8 mg, phosphorous 87 mg, potassium 111 mg, sodium 31 mg, vitamin B1 0.07 mg, vitamin B2 0.02 mg, niacin 1.8 g, protein 6 g and carbohydrates 82 g.
6. Too much rice consumption can make you sick but kamote can bring you to health and keep away some health problems. These have been proved medically.
Believe it or not - kamote lowers hypertension, bad cholesterol and even blood sugar when eaten as SUBSTITUTE TO RICE! The purple sweet potato (kamote) is particularly effective for lowering hypertension.
Not only that, the Korean medical documentary credits the sweet potato (kamote) as high fiber and is one of the best foods that one can eat to prevent cancer!
For those who are only impressed by US doctors, read this: the North Carolina Stroke Association, American Cancer Society, and the American Heart Association have all endorsed the sweet potato for its disease prevention and healing qualities."

Cupcakes for breast cancer. There's a pun in there somewhere...

Cupcakes for breast cancer. There's a pun in there somewhere..., originally uploaded by iammrwong.

Having a loved one with cancer, I'm searching for images~

Am I Andy Warhol yet?

Am I Andy Warhol yet?, originally uploaded by dogwelder.

Photo note:

"Anti-breast-cancer soup."

Food - a Poem

Food

by Brenda Hillman

 

In a side booth at MacDonald’s before your music class

you go up and down in your seat like an arpeggio

under the poster of the talking hamburger:

two white eyes rolling around in the top bun, the thin

patty of beef imitating the tongue of its animal nature.

You eat merrily. I watch the Oakland mommies,

trying to understand what it means to be “single.”

*

Across from us, females of all ages surround the birthday girl.

Her pale lace and insufficient being

can’t keep them out of her circle.

Stripes of yellow and brown all over the place.

The poor in spirit have started to arrive,

the one with thick midwestern braids twisted like thought

on her head; usually she brings her mother.

This week, no mother. She mouths her words anyway

across the table, space-mama, time-mama,

mama who should be there.

*

Families in line: imagine all this

translated by the cry of time moving through us,

this place a rubble. The gardens new generations

will plant in this spot, and the food will go on

in another order. This thought cheers me immensely.

That we will be there together, you still seven,

bending over the crops pretending to be royalty,

that the huge woman with one blind eye

and dots like eyes all over her dress

will also be there, eating with pleasure

as she eats now, right up to the tissue paper,

peeling it back like bright exotic petals.

*

Last year, on the sun-spilled deck in Marin

we ate grapes with the Russians;

the KGB man fingered them quickly and dutifully,

then, in a sad tone to us

“We must not eat them so fast,

we wait in line so long for these,” he said.

*

The sight of food going into a woman’s mouth

made Byron sick. Food is a metaphor for existence.

When Mr. Egotistical Sublime, eating the pasta,

poked one finger into his mouth, he made a sound.

For some, the curve of the bell pepper

seems sensual but it can worry you,

the slightly greasy feel of it.

*

The place I went with your father had an apartment to the left, and in the window, twisted like a huge bowtie,

an old print bedspread. One day, when I looked over,

someone was watching us, a young girl.

The waiter had just brought the first thing:

an orange with an avocado sliced up CCCC

in an oil of forceful herbs. I couldn’t eat it.

The girl’s face stood for something

and from it, a little mindless daylight was reflected.

The businessmen at the next table

were getting off on each other and the young chardonnay.

Their briefcases leaned against their ankles.

I watched the young girl’s face because for an instant

I had seen your face there,

unterrified, unhungry, and a little disdainful.

Then the waiter brought the food,

bands of black seared into it like the memory of a cage.

*

You smile over your burger, chattering brightly.

So often, at our sunny kitchen table,

hearing the mantra of the refrigerator,

I’ve thought there was nothing I could do but feed you;

and I’ve always loved the way you eat,

you eat selfishly, humming, bending

the french fries to your will, your brown eyes

spotting everything: the tall boy

who has come in with his mother, repressed rage

in espadrilles, and now carries the tray for her.

Oh this is fun, says the mother,

You stand there with mommy’s purse.

And he stands there smiling after her,

holding all the patience in the world.

Brenda Hillman, “Food” from Bright Existence

Dutch Boy - A Poem

Dutch Boy

Doug Dorph

To one side, the North Sea like lead,
to the other, tulips, too bright, too colorful,
and your finger hurts. You are tied
to the big belly of the dike, your finger
a reverse umbilicus that sucks the boyish
into responsible sea. My complaint concerns
childhood, the premature loss thereof.
Mother, from under one of her headaches, told me - cook dinner:
fish sticks, spaghetti sauce,
beef Wellington, hummingbird's tongue under glass.
How did I know we wouldn't wash away
like silt in the burst? The Provider,
the Protector, the Pleaser, Good Boy -
it's ingrained like the fat that marbles
choice beef. But there's no choice.
When the gloomy sea threatens, you're there
with your trusty finger. The bicycle lies forlorn
on the gravel bicycle path in the shadow of the dike.
The family windmill is brittle and blue as a scene on a plate.
Yet your other hand, the one with the free digit,
reaches for the painted flower heads
bobbing in their painted flowerbeds.



I posted this because it mentions tongue, and beef.  So far, I've found no poems about beef tongue, boiled.  It's up to me, I guess.

Charcuterie Platter

Charcuterie Platter, originally uploaded by Sifu Renka.

Note the last item in the list:

"Charcuterie Platter

The larger version ($25) included the following:
pancetta
duck prosciutto
duck liver mousse
fennel salami
smoked venison cherry
lardo fennel-chili
chorizo
calabrese
genoa with scapes
beef tongue with hazelnut

Served with grainy mustard, pickles and Thuet's artisan breads."

Stone-Grilled Beef Tongue

Stone-Grilled Beef Tongue, originally uploaded by Sifu Renka.

Okay, I lied. Here's another way to eat beef tongue, and it looks quite tasty.

Photo note:

"Stone-grilled beef tongue served with "a yuzu red pepper paste" and green onions. Do not touch the stones ($7.80).

Grandpa enjoyed the entertainment value of this DYI course, giving KC instructions on how to grill each piece (70% done). :) "

Braised Beef Tongue Buns with Peanuts, Sechuan Pepper Chutney and Cilantro

Braised Beef Tongue Buns with Peanuts, Sechuan Pepper Chutney and Cilantro, originally uploaded by scratchandsniff.

And, one more . . .

Beef tongue, cherry miso, fried quinoa, palm seeds

Beef tongue, cherry miso, fried quinoa, palm seeds, originally uploaded by Kent Wang.

Beef tongue becomes artsy:

"Beef tongue, cherry miso, fried quinoa, palm seeds

Palm seeds are a little weird, didn't seem to fit. Beef tongue very tender."

Corned Beef Tongue Reuben

Corned Beef Tongue Reuben, originally uploaded by icebergprinciple.

Good lord. Check out the ingredients:

"Corned Beef Tongue Reuben, Duckfat, Portland, Maine. May 4, 2009."