I just love Jaques Pepin. I love to watch him cook; I love how he loves his friends and family–he’ll toast his wife at the end of a segment and say how she is the love of his life; I love to listen to him describe a recipe in his wonderful accent; and I love how he always gets himself a glass of wine to go with whatever he made on the show. There are not many famous people I would care to meet, but he is one. He inspired me to write this little poem. Happily, I have since perfected his egg-cracking technique.
Jaques Pepin said
to give it a whack on a flat surface,
that it would crack
Yet here I stand picking bits of shell
out of the swirling
Cream, vanilla, cinnamon, nutmeg.
Now frothy and sweet,
inviting bread to take a dip.
Sometimes, you just pick out the crunchy bits
and keep on whisking.