National Pie Day

I am married to a man who loves his pies as much as I love chocolate, so I thought I'd write him a poem for National Pie Day:

I Spy...

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with P.

It’s the Pastry crust,

An absolute must,

It’s bronzed perfection to me.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with I.

It’s the Inside delights,

Meat hidden from sight,

I live for that steak and ale high.

I spy, it’s my little pie

There’s something beginning with E.

It’s Eating it, quick

Each bite, each lick

Gobbling up with such glee...

I spy, with my little eye,

My husband has raided the fridge.

He’s eaten my pie,

He cannot deny.

That’s vexed me more than a smidge. 

Rachel McCoubrie 24.1.19

Food and places 🥘🌆

How many food items can you find in here? 

Food and places

Take delight in Turkey

Go nuts in Brazil,

But stewing the Irish

Can make them quite ill.

The Cornish turn nasty 

Unless they’re fed pasty.

The Danish get flaky

When short of their pastry.

It can be cold in Lancashire

Without a nice hot pot.

But Chile isn’t chilly -

It’s actually quite hot!

The Scotch like their eggs

While French prefer toast,

And people from Yorkshire 

Like puddings the most. 

But meanwhile for breakfast,

Full English for me,

Washed down with a pot of 

Fine breakfast tea. 

Rachel McCoubrie

April 2018

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(Answer = 12)

National Garlic Day 19.4.18

Today is National Garlic day

Who knew that even exists?

But now that we know, let’s say a few words

For the herb we cannot resist. 

It comes from the genus onion,

Allium it’s proper name. 

Whether it's raw or cooked, bulb or cloves,

The flavour tastes the same. 

For garlic is a Super-herb

With powers beyond it’s size

From healing to aphrodisiac,

And warding off vampires. 

Where would we be without its taste 

In pastas, on garlic bread?

The only downside seems to be

You’re left with smelly breath! 

Rachel McCoubrie 19.4.18

Life without Ella... 💔

Without maple, we still have syrup.

With no pea, nut butter remains.

Without raspberries, the jam goes on.

Without lemons, we’ve curds (and whey).

But without Ella, all that’s left is a Nut. 

Cheesy nonsense 🧀🧀🧀

My husband suggested I write a poem on cheese and cited the quote below.
I thought I'd give it a go 😊

GK Chesterton once said,

“Poets have been mysteriously quiet on the subject of cheese.”

Throughout my life, I aim to please

Hence a poem on the subject of cheese

Just for GK Chesterton.

I may be mysterious

But I am not quiet...

I am here to pay homage 

To the fromage.

What’s better than Feta,

Or Gouda than Brie?

Melted, grated, thickly spread

Smeared all over toast or bread.

Cheese puts the man in Manchego, 

But leaves the Bishop Stinking.

It puts Blue in the Danes

(Just look at their veins).

Eat Stilton with Stilts on

Drink a Double in Gloucester

Wear Red to Leicester

And Gorge on Cheddar.

How I do love Ewe!

Let’s buy a small Cottage,

Get Chutney’d and Pickled;

We’ll Fondue the Goats

And make a Baby (bel);
To the sound of French Cows Laughing. 
😂🐮🧀 🐑 🐐 🐄 😊 🧀

O inky pudding

My husband is a BIG fan of black pudding. He eats it several times a week...it felt right to dedicate a few words to his favoured breakfast...

O inky pudding, breakfast feast
From sacrificial porcine beast;
Juicy hunks of fat within
Your congealed blood, all wrapped in skin.

O gastronomical delight
I savour each and every bite.
Sliced and fried, or boiled whole
In life you serve a unique role.

In Offal land you reign supreme
While boudin noir can only dream.
Quelle surprise! What French pig’s arse
Could yield such flavour and such class?


Rachel McCoubrie 2006