Kentucky Bourbon Balls

 

 

 

 

 
Let us now praise Ruth Hanly Booe, inventor of the Bourbon Ball
in 1938, and Rebecca Gooch, her friend and partner.
Let us praise the cream center with the whiskey kick,
like a shot enrobed (such a delectable word)
in dark chocolate, and lest we forget,
the lone, brave pecan that crowns the confection.
 
Let it be known this is Kentucky bourbon
by the box lid with the pastoral sketch of horses
against a background of fence and trees,
a grand house with columns suggesting
white-suited colonels, mint juleps,
and garden galas on Derby day. You can
 
visit virtually by taking a bite of the candy,
the bourbon and chocolate dueling for domination
with the bourbon winning through a pleasant burn
that starts on the tongue and travels
through stomach, veins, and tissue
until you feel thoroughly warmed
by the Bluegrass sunshine
that warms the backs of those grazing horses.

 

Prompt source: Think of a favorite regional cuisine, make that the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. (Poetic Asides, 2012 April PAD Challenge, Day 18)

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2 Responses to Kentucky Bourbon Balls

  1. Never have I wanted a Bourbon Ball so badly.

    • NancyB says:

      I know, I had a craving the entire time I was writing the poem! I’m not that far north of Kentucky (I know they sell those candies at the Greater Cincinnati airport), but I resisted the urge to set out in search of a box.

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