I simply love ginger. It has got to be my favourite ingredient. As I was chewing on slices of raw ginger today whilst sipping on a cup of warm water, I felt my throat sting. A painfully pleasurable moment. Guess it was time I got my feelings about Ginger into a poem. Hope you enjoy the poem.
‘Why go gingerly with Ginger?’
There is something about Ginger.
Chewing on strong,raw ginger is but painfully pleasurable;
A big gulp of ginger ale stings but once the bubbling rush is down,
the mind awakens.
As the smell of fresh ginger cookies infiltrate the stagnant atmosphere,
a comforting cup of ginger milk tea settles itself beside the tray of golden ginger morsels: Oh,
What a congruous affair!
A bite from the cookie and I am chewing on candied ginger,
The sugar so seductively masks a pungent core.
But if you are going for Ginger,
Why approach gingerly?