I was so inspired by this recipe that I tried my hand at a sonnet. DO NOT STAND AT MY POT AND STEEP My love did quest the claimed dish within the hour: So seek did I the contents of this dread receipt, Hoped I the wretched desire within his breast to meet, Summoning all the strength and courage within my power, In close proximity brought I together salt and water, And gathered wood and kindling fast carried by my feet, O'er the raging flames I set my pot as on a seat. Poured I the water in the pan most craftily and neat. Added I the salt in measure as many others did instruct And wait did I, advised well, and most patiently T’would nothing happen, it seemed, from what I could see Wretched I in anxiety could do no more, no less, But the salt wed with the water boiled eventually And my love did revel at the deliciousness of my success.