Ode to Tallow Fries
Golden whispers in the pan,
A sizzle sings, a feast began.
Tallow’s kiss, rich and true,
Transforms the spud to golden hue.
Crisp as dawn, with edges bold,
A treasure born from heat and gold.
Each bite a crunch, a savory song,
In tallow’s arms, they do belong.
From humble roots, they rise to fame,
A rustic treat, a timeless name.
No mere fry, but art refined,
In tallow’s glow, perfection’s signed.
Oh, tallow fries, your charm divine,
A taste of earth, a taste of time.
With Steak ‘n Shake, the joy’s complete—
A crispy dream, a salty treat.
Steaktoshi N. Shakamoto