It’s Time for the 2012 Taste of the Nation Food Haiku Contest!

This contest is now closed! Thanks to everyone who participated! I think this year has some of the best entries ever.

Presenting the 2012 “fooku”, Portland Food and Drink’s annual food haiku contest. Once again I have partnered with Share Our Strength’s Taste of the Nation at JELD-WEN Field. The winner will receive two general-admission tickets for the event on Tuesday May 8th (a $170 value). Tickets will be mailed to winner before the event.

“Taste of the Nation Portland will raise critical funds needed to support Share Our Strength’s efforts to end childhood hunger in Oregon and across the nation.” You can read more information about the event at www.portlandtaste.org. If you planning to attend, you might want to read our “Taste of the Nation: a Battle Plan” here.

Sharpen your pencils and wax poetic! You can read  some of the winning entries from the past below; they are wonderful!

The rules are pretty simple. Your entry must be in haiku format. The ancient art of haiku requires precision: a five syllable first line; seven syllable second line; and five syllable third line. Many haiku features a last line that works like a friendly elbow in the ribs. We only ask that your entry be about food or wine.

[A syllable is a part of a word capable of being pronounced by a single impulse of the voice.  I’m sure someone can explain this more simply than me, but it’s the way the word rolls off of the tongue. “Cat” is one syllable. “Be-cause” is two. “Syl-la-ble” is three.]

Check out the winning entries from earlier years below for ideas and to get the feel of haiku. Have fun! Please leave your entries in the comment section of this post, one entry per comment. Entries will close on Tuesday April 17th at 9am.

Here are winning haiku from past years:

2011

By Kassie Halpin Robinson:
Fresh, raw, exquisite:
Salmon’s salt, tang, rests on pearls
Wasabi bursts through

By What’s for supper?:
The comfort of food
Shared with family and friends
Saved me this hard year.

By AmandaAngelaMarjorie:
sips bubbly and cooks
sizzling greens in garlic cloves
low spring moon hangs full

2009

By Mark:
Morning coffee brews
Melting butter on warm toast
The furnace kicks in

By Maria W.
Give me some pasta
forkfuls of love and ruin.
The wine’s nearly gone.

By Maria W:
Farmers Market says
“no dogs this year.” May I bring
Spot, my truffle pig?

2008

By MySwanDive:
inhale swirls of cab
palate warmed, bask in the fire
newly lit like me

By Zac Stafford:
He cooked with passion.
The real reason we broke up?
Knives in dishwasher

2007

By CookForHire:
sound of meat browning
feel of knife through vegetable:
a true cook’s reward

By Womby:
at last, no jacket
instead, i grab sunglasses
soon come the favas

By Truth:
airy is the crumb
earthy, this crust of Pearl
heavenly, the smell

2006

By Fathom:
Now forego the fork
Hold close this slice of heaven
Perfect on a crust

By Pam:
Champagne, strawberries
and you, here in my warm bed.
Who cares if it rains?

By Witzend:
How bad could it be?
Real bad. Think Hung Far Low bad.
Ok, fine! YOU choose.

Your thoughts are welcome

  1. Joanna Grammon says

    No fat and sugar —
    I cook for Mommy dearest.
    Then I eat it too.

    Deer ate my garden.
    They took heirloom tomatoes,
    let the Romas be.

    Syrah/shiraz rocks
    excluding scents of stinky
    cheese and rancid socks.

  2. Karachi Eats says

    Typically haiku is supposed to focus on themes in nature, but I quickly argued in class and maintain the argument today, that everything that surrounds us is nature because it all exists within the natural world. Sure, a tree that grew without being .

  3. Chupacabra says

    Terroirists please shush!
    This shit was flown overnight!
    FRESH! You damned commie!

  4. What's for supper? says

    Bruschetta dressed with
    Bright favas flavored with thyme:
    We salute the spring.

  5. Tom says

    Table full of apps
    Entrees have become passe
    Small eats means more eats

    Pour, shuck, sip then slurp
    Bubbles, oysters; what a pair
    Life without a care