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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Fresh Out of the Oven

As I told poet Carol Berg, who is Fresh Out of the Oven this morning at The Bakery, I had her poem "The Wife's Mid-Life Crisis with Dreams of Sacrificing Feet" for breakfast instead of some other kind of pastry. Yesterday I had "The Wife's Mid-Life Crisis with Danger" instead of a donut.

Excellent way to lose weight! Wait! Unless I drink a lot of this Poet beer, actually an oatmeal stout.

And I appear to have plenty of it. In fact, it appears to be growing on trees around here.



This is my homemade bottle tree. (Formerly a burning bush. But it died.) I was inspired to make it, with various beer bottles, including Wingwalker pale ale and Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy, after seeing pix of other, more beautiful, less alcoholic bottle trees online. (And as a monument to the burning bush.)

Thanks to my daughter for the pix, and to James, a participant in my poetry workshop, for the Poet stout.

Note to self: Do not drink Poet stout for breakfast* or you will become a stout poet. And for other reasons.

Note to all: Do read (and/or listen to!) Carol Berg's mid-life crisis poems at The Bakery, and it looks like a yummy place to visit frequently! Also, try not to have a mid-life crisis, but, if you do, handling it with poetry is probably better than handling it with beer.

Have I mentioned that it is Fat Tuesday in the blog? And also, clearly, a Poetry Someday. And, as usual, a Random Coinciday!

*even though it is made out of oatmeal

12 comments:

  1. I think I will make some Physical Therapist wine.

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  2. Oh, yes! And I think PT wine might actually be OK for breakfast, right?

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  3. The stout sounds delish (and the poems are, too!).

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  4. Thanks for visiting me here and Carol Berg at The Bakery, Hannah!

    I've encountered this Poet beer before! It's from Holland, Michigan.

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  5. I would just like to clarify that I did not kill the burning bush by putting beer bottles on it. Something else killed it. (I don't know what, and I don't want to think...what. Because it might still be out there.) And a season later I put beer bottles on it.

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  6. Wow thank you so much Kathleen! (and Hannah!) And I feel quite honored being blogged along with a beer tree--although I tend to drink wine with my mid-life crises.

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  7. Well, then you'll definitely want to try some of Kim's Physical Therapist wine!

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  8. I'm going to Holland Michigan in August!

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  9. Watch out for drunken poets! And/or bring me some (empty) bottles!

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  10. Enjoyed Carol Berg's poem a lot, and the site looks good. I always wondered where bottles came from - same place as spaghetti!

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  11. Ah, Sarah, you've seen that marvelous spoof documentary footage!

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