Why did they laugh ?

Created and consumed in Wales, with a layer of mystery! Please enjoy this overly poetic recipe that makes people laugh - perhaps it's the way its performed!?....

So off I cycled last Saturday to an intimate, fun and lovely Stroud Supper Party with these bards, musicians and an author called Drugs Czar reading from his book - who was limping from playing Rugby for The W.A. against the House of Lords!

So wrote this to be a Bard for the night, titled:

Layer upon Layer

Yet to be savored
Unmade, a hot vessel will gift shape
Each layer shall float aloof
Formed by lift and separation
This mystery adds its name

Clear, finger high, a layer now cooks within
Chopped, olive oiled, salt and peppered but not aloof
Coloured hot the vegetables are put aside
Moons torn asunder to be made invisible
Our mystery fills the bottom fed
A hot layer now returned does rest aloft

The fat yellow flow is born of valley found eggs, milk, olive oil & pesta
To lap, crest and crust the roast vegetables
Return to heat as round shapes must be sliced

Clear, see a hot layer of shapes neatly sealed
Now add a third torn layer to go unseen
The mushroom and tomato slices make up a last
A second richer fatter frothy yellow fills the void to paint each slice

Cooked through, risen and browning, dish meets dish
Behold fajita, terrine? No, a new Welsh dish Crumpet Bottom!

Stroudy

PS: The Welsh Crumpet is less than 1% fat - so they tell me, what do you think ..?

You have to admit that the crumpet pieces are not noticed, yet create each layer...

Next mystery poetic installment Tarte Tomate - IF I HAVE TOO!