Abigail H Zielke

Abigail H Zielke

Abigail, 

A big gale of wind, 

Must've caught you in its current,

You came to Slow Food and off you went,

Up and up, to a higher level,

See, with four-legged carcasses, 

I've never meddled.

But I picture you making head cheese with your bare hands,

Picking snozzberries for jellies and jams,

Brewing something bitchin,

in the kitchen,

And holding all kinds of local food wisdom.

Slowing down to eat is what brought us together,

So let's slow down and feast on words to remember,

The student-run cafe you started from seed,

The sandwiches of exotic breeds,

The picnic baskets for the symphonies.

You took charge like a captain at sea,

Steering the boat, making everything tasty.

So, in short, I hope you're doing all that and more,

Digging in deep, real hardcore. 

Here's a recipe I think we should try:

1 slow food reunion

1 kitchen in Hawaii

1 organic farm

(For now, I'll just say "hi.")

Good luck in all your gourmet endeavors.

Feed the world, now and forever. 

Haha, cheesy!

You know you like it Wisconsinite.