I’m not a button but am pressed,
Raise your heart rate when at rest;
I drip so you don’t drop,
Stimulate so you don’t stop;
I’m not beer but can be brewed,
Dark as night when in the nude;
Make me heavier I get lighter,
Through a filter life gets brighter,
I am ready in an instant
But take longer under pressure.
What am I?
Around the flavour wheel we go
In search of inspiration;
Where we will stop we don’t yet know
Or what’s our next creation.
Past cheesy, earthy, mustardy,
And past sulfurous too;
Our finger comes to rest upon
A segment coloured blue
“Marine” is where our finger’s stopped,
It’s where you find the fish;
The oily, white and shelly kinds-
We’ll put some in our dish.
Another flavour’s needed now
To pair with fishy friends;
Around the wheel we go again
To see what fortune sends.
The second time our finger stops,
“Fresh fruity”‘s where it lands;
So that then means it’s… fish with fruit?
Oh well, if fate demands.
Although it seems that we’ve struck out,
The truth is that we’ve not;
There are two classics pairing them
You may quite like a lot.
The first combines flat fish with grapes,
It’s really quite unique;
In France it’s held in high regard,
It’s called “sole Veronique”.
You’ll recognise the second match,
It’s shellfish and tomato;
A salty Bloody Mary base
That you folks call “clamato”.
So give the wheel a spin yourself
To seek out something new;
If fish with fruit can work out well
Then what else may do too?