(Shakespearean Sonnet)
by Suzanne Rebert
A pan extremely hot, not glowing red
Sits on a burner spouting tongues of flame.
Electric stoves work too, the program said
(Implying that results are not the same).
Althought the meat, well-marbled and well-cut
Will render soon enough some grease to fry,
A dab of oil -- of safflow'r or peanut --
First add; Butter nor olive dare you try.
Like bricks or loaves, the meat will form a crust
Of pleasing brown, though red and warm inside.
To the hot oven you'll at last entrust
The morsel, and let touch become your guide
Once you have learned the feel of good rare steak,
And rested, it to table you will take.