There's a website I subscribe to that publishes a daily poem, and yesterday's was a beautiful little ode to a shallot. You should read it here but my favorite part is the end:
Now you wait for me,
shimmying in a sleek pan—
your streaked layers translucent
in the glissando of sizzle—
giving up your bitterness
to the peppery oil.
So much sibilance! Such great assonance, too, with the combination of short i and s sounds sound exactly like shallots in a pan.
Enjoy!
Lindsey
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