...can often be a harshly overlooked specimen. Walk down any high street in the western world, minus Canada, and chances are you'll pass by a 3 course meal/6 course tasting menu, albeit one made of scraps and other unwanted or misplaced treats. Sadly, the story of these pieces of waste are seldom told.
That is until now! Thanks to Russ and Tom, two frontrunners in the world of discarded food poetry, we're starting see a host of young Byron's from all walks of life chart the rise, and often tragic falls, of a whole manner of food stuff. I present to you Leftovers. With a 7 step rule plan to adhere to, you simply find yourself a tragic case of grub in the street, capture the evidence and write the back story, with the aim of satisfying a 120-strong audience.
My first attempt, included below for your satisfaction, symbolises the immediate aftermath of a long overdrawn breakup (in tortilla chip form.) Despite being overlooked for August's 'Morsel of the Month' it mattered not, as it was actually posted on September 2nd so I'd have probably been ordered to return the trophy anyway: [UPDATE: Awarded September 'Morsel of the Month' on 08/10/14 - Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh]
Amongst the heatwave, the salsa dance was born
Lightly salted crumbs, lay alone, forlorn
Cool original, dream of summer breeze
Things turn sour, were you a fools tangy cheese?
The hint of a lime, I relish the thought
Jalapeño fire, surely too hot, abort
What of the dip, left in the minute mart?
Oh tortilla, you're breaking my heart
I know what you're thinking; how does one follow up this heartbreaking tale on a whim? Well, quite easily actually. Leftovers, riding on the crest of bumper start to September in terms of submissions, introduced a new weekly feature in which they present the crime scene and 24 hours are allotted for anyone to describe the situation.
Telling a story of greed and power gone wrong - a metaphor for how the "money men" are ruining the once beautiful game of soccer - the words below quite literally speak for themselves. Saying that, you will still have to read them. Sorry:
That is until now! Thanks to Russ and Tom, two frontrunners in the world of discarded food poetry, we're starting see a host of young Byron's from all walks of life chart the rise, and often tragic falls, of a whole manner of food stuff. I present to you Leftovers. With a 7 step rule plan to adhere to, you simply find yourself a tragic case of grub in the street, capture the evidence and write the back story, with the aim of satisfying a 120-strong audience.
My first attempt, included below for your satisfaction, symbolises the immediate aftermath of a long overdrawn breakup (in tortilla chip form.) Despite being overlooked for August's 'Morsel of the Month' it mattered not, as it was actually posted on September 2nd so I'd have probably been ordered to return the trophy anyway: [UPDATE: Awarded September 'Morsel of the Month' on 08/10/14 - Oh, that's the way, uh-huh, uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh]
Amongst the heatwave, the salsa dance was born
Lightly salted crumbs, lay alone, forlorn
Cool original, dream of summer breeze
Things turn sour, were you a fools tangy cheese?
The hint of a lime, I relish the thought
Jalapeño fire, surely too hot, abort
What of the dip, left in the minute mart?
Oh tortilla, you're breaking my heart
I know what you're thinking; how does one follow up this heartbreaking tale on a whim? Well, quite easily actually. Leftovers, riding on the crest of bumper start to September in terms of submissions, introduced a new weekly feature in which they present the crime scene and 24 hours are allotted for anyone to describe the situation.
Telling a story of greed and power gone wrong - a metaphor for how the "money men" are ruining the once beautiful game of soccer - the words below quite literally speak for themselves. Saying that, you will still have to read them. Sorry:
My work here also utilises the often misused cross-stitch approach, in which the first letter of each line spells out a word itself. The word above, which I admit isn't easy to decipher, is actually McDonald's - a well known burger chain.
Where my participation with Leftovers goes next only time will tell. I'm happy to admit that in recent weeks I've not only found, but have actually photographed a discarded Strawberry Lace. If you're still alive by the time I complete work on this particular piece then you're in for a sugar-coated treat.
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Where my participation with Leftovers goes next only time will tell. I'm happy to admit that in recent weeks I've not only found, but have actually photographed a discarded Strawberry Lace. If you're still alive by the time I complete work on this particular piece then you're in for a sugar-coated treat.
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