Yummy Times
Poem: Yummy Times
Yo bro, bruv, luv and fam
Let’s have a cup of tea with some toast and jam.
Sourdough of course
There’s no time to waste
To share this with you, much better is the taste
Some call it breakfast
Others say brunch
When we start to chat
that’ll take us up to lunch
I have a hunch that this will lead to
a yummy dinner
Time spent with you is my reward
and I know that I’m a winner!
Review:Yummy Times
The opening line to the poem is very British with a London flavour and has certainly caught my attention with its slang terms of endearment.
Smiling at this I’m then met with a welcoming invite from the poet for a cup of tea and sourdough toast. I’m not one to refuse a good cuppa so I smile some more. Hang on a minute though, why sourdough? Is it the food fashion now? When did this happen? What’s the big deal? Bread is bread right?
Well no. Flavour and freshness is what’s important. It’s disappointing when even the birds turn their beaks up to its crumbs! Yes, I have encountered that (but that’s another story for another time) The success of sourdough, from my experience, is about two things: discovering good flavour and pot luck. I have read that it is healthier and easier for the body to digest. The failure of sourdough is when it goes ‘on the turn’ sooner than expected. Less than week, really? and it’s been kept in the fridge to maintain its integrity. (Dear reader, I apologise if your loaf sensibilities are offended at reading this as I know that fresh bread should be eaten on the day of it being baked) and at a push, leave it for the next day and use it as toast. Who bakes bread now-a-days anyway? (another story for another time) Back to my fridge I go. I do like having a satisfying crunch to a freshly popped slice of toast and somehow I think that I feel more health aware and virtuous because I have made a the concious effort to choose sourdough. Well, yipeedee doo me eh?!
As I’ve mentioned before, quoting myself here, “another story for another time” Well, this is that time. I reflect on the previous year and also where we are so far here in 2026 and here is the confession: I have lost quite a few, more than one or two… slices… ok, a couple of loaves due to the pesky creeping mould. Boo hiss etc. The pantomime breadcrumb villans from the festive season have lingered.
But it’s not as bad as you might imagine as I have rescued some slices and fed a few hungry birds along the way. Virtuous box ticked for me. There would have been sourdough slices with seeds (birds love seeds don’t they?) Virtous box no. 2 ticked – hurrah! Sourdough redemption!
Back to the poem,
It sounds to me that the poet is catching up with someone that they haven’t seen for a while. It’s a nice feeling when that happens in life where some have the knack of picking up where they had left off. Be it for a day, a week or even years. As I have said before, ‘conversation is the social lubrication’
and it appears that food features strongly in the poem with breakfast, brunch, lunch and dinner.
I’m enjoying reading the rhyming of ‘fam’ and ‘jam’
‘waste and taste’ , “brunch, lunch and hunch” plus “dinner and winner”
The rhytmn of the read is good.
It’s leaving me as a reader wanting to say “I hope this is more than just a day and don’t leave it so long until you meet up again”
Had I been all too quick to label sourdough as a ‘trendy’ bread?
No. It’s a great talking point as everyone has a view in one way or another about bread. ‘Bread’ of heaven” the hymn/song, for example has even been sung by thousands of people before the start of Welsh rugby matches.
Being together, Singing together and eating together strengthens social bonds. “Yummy Times” is a fitting title. A great uplifting little read.