Pie-Kuing: Today's Best Form of Procrastination
The Washington Post food section is gearing up for a pizza-devoted issue soon, so the staff is holding a Pie-Ku contest in the meantime.
Five syllables, then seven, then five—that's the drill, pepperoni poets. The deadline is today, so hurry!
Leave -kus in the comments section—we want to read 'em—then email your entries to food@washpost.com.
Of course, the Post is years behind the pie-ku curve. We held a Pizza Haiku contest on Slice in June 2005. Here was our favorite, by "Mr. Sin."
Crisp pepperoni,
Edge curled from heat,
A chalice of sweet, hot oil.
Photographs by Adam Kuban
It was late last Friday evening and I was on the phone with my girlfriend's sister after having recently arrived in Ithaca, New York, for a weekend visit. "Drive up to campus, and ask any student. Everybody knows where it is," Sis said. "We'll meet you there in 15 minutes."
Armed with that tip and a simple map drawn by the motel desk clerk, we set out on the snowy streets hoping the pavement had been sufficiently cleared of last week's slippery precip. Our destination: The Hot Truck.
