08-25-2016, 10:16 AM
Oh how lovely Achebe! 
I love that this has an ominous and dark-with-an-evil-grin sort of feeling, and yet I also find humor in it. I like it a lot. I can actually hear the knife scraping every time I read it.
And also, yum.
However, side note, probably not an important factor in a poem of this nature, but ... is it wise to start the eggs at this point? Eggs cook rather quickly, I can't help feeling they will be burned to a crisp long before the pig has been, well, chased and wrassled, then "you know what" then all the yucky stuff that comes after, then I believe there is curing involved to get the salty taste ... anyway, if the eggs are sizzling while the pig is still asleep, it's eggs for breakfast and bacon for dinner, technically.
I love that this has an ominous and dark-with-an-evil-grin sort of feeling, and yet I also find humor in it. I like it a lot. I can actually hear the knife scraping every time I read it.
And also, yum.
However, side note, probably not an important factor in a poem of this nature, but ... is it wise to start the eggs at this point? Eggs cook rather quickly, I can't help feeling they will be burned to a crisp long before the pig has been, well, chased and wrassled, then "you know what" then all the yucky stuff that comes after, then I believe there is curing involved to get the salty taste ... anyway, if the eggs are sizzling while the pig is still asleep, it's eggs for breakfast and bacon for dinner, technically.
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara