and the Door County Wisconsin Fish Boil”
–A peninsula near Lake Michigan
Enter three lumberjacks and a crowd.–
They don’t come for the fish,
they come for the show at Death’s Door,
(Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble)
to watch a colossal cauldron
of water come alive with brine and flame.
(1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew’d.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin’d.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—’tis time! ’tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;)
They come to huddle around the cedar-fed
bonfire sparkling in the dusk, to circle its warmth.
(Sliver’d in the moon’s eclipse)
(Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot!
In the caldron boil and bake;)
Eye of red-jacket potato, toe of pearl onions,
flesh of Lake Michigan white fish. Into
the mesh basket they go. Steam and boil
with toil and trouble.
(For the ingredients of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble.
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.)
The master stirs not in time; he listens
(For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.)
The fire snaps, the crowd in hush.
The boil master spikes rising flames
with kerosene, a sizzle a rush, a boiling
oil mush runneth over steely keg.
Drizzle lemon butter tonic rich
and warm to tongue and bread.
(Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.)
Cool it with a cherry pie;
Then the charm is firm and good.
(photo: Ali Paiva: stock.xnch)