Food Poems

I love mangoniada
when I get a mangoniada
it reminds me of summer
it’s creamy with chamoy
it looks like mango ice cream
soft, delicious

Looks steamy
tastes spicy and sour,
smells like chicken,
melts in my mouth.
My grandmother making this
reminds me of my dad. He used to eat
five bowls of pozole. He would
be silent and have a smile on his
face.

I love hot wings
they’re spicy
good
and tasty
they give out
a good
smell and make
my mouth
burn to the
point where I drink
a full glass
of
water
I love eating
the wings from
buffalo wild wings
I think
they’re
amazing and
really good

Pollo con tajadas
se ve rica por el sabor que se siente, los
ingredientes que lleva y tambien lleva
caldito de pollo.

Sabe bien por que puedo saborear la sal
y los demas sabores.
Huele a pollo frito y a tajadas fritas.
¿Como lo haces?
Se pone una fridera con aceite y a el
pollo, se lava con vinagre y sal, se le
hecha arina y se hecha a freir. Y para
hacer las tajadas quitemos la concha de el
guineo, y se corta rodejitas delgadas en
forma de circulo.
Recuerdo que siempre comia eso en el parque de
mi pais.
Me hace pensar que lo compartia con mis
conocidos.

Wings
Fire, buffaloly, crispyness, flavorful.
The box it comes in smells amazing,
heaven comes out of you when you open.
Sigh. “Finally, I get to eat them.” I say
When I buy them I just can’t
wait till they come out.
I don’t make them, I buy them.
When I first tried wings, I fell in love
with them, and I always want wings since that day.
I like to eat them during soccer games or during any sports
games.

A house
petite and simple
music is playing loud and clear
5 o’clock is when dancing begins
raw chicken being laid in egg, rolled
across a tray of bread crumbs
bought at the casa de pueblo.
Put in a container, wrapped in foil,
taken down the stairs that
lead to the family owned restaurant.
Tossed in the fryer
1, 2, 3, sizzle, sizzle, pop.
All are done wrapped in new foil
taken back to the kitchen that
plays Vicente Fernandez,
placed on a plate with love by Grandma
for a house of 12 people
a side of rice to make it
complete.

Strawberry pie, my favorite dessert.
Strawberry pie, never difficult to pursue.
Strawberry pie, that dessert that makes me forget everything.
Strawberry pie, the family recipe that everyone knows and loves.
Reminded when the pie touches their tongues.

When it comes to
chicharron con chile
there is no joke about
I see it at every
fiesta. The spicy and
savory taste just hits
the spot. All the
chile and sauce getting
infused into the chicharron
tastes the best. The red chile
looking and tasting like a flame
on a nice china plate. Or when
we make it with green chile.
It reminds me of my sister’s
sweet sixteen. Everyone having
a good time, celebrating and
everyone thanking my grandma
for throwing it down.
All the good memories come flooding
down. When it comes to chicharron
con chile, that’s why it’s the
best.