Food For Thought Over What Has Been Lost

Food for thought ! Over what has been lost. Days of long ago - filled with much flavour, Foods exotic – for the discerning palate to savour. There was Beef Wellington to enjoy. Delicious, Lobster Thermador – Oh Boy ! There was exotic Japanese cuisine. Much Chinese food to be seen. There was Italian, Greek, Mexican, Korean, Canadian and American. All, to an adventurer, what a treat ! With French, Indian, English to meet. In those days of long-ago – oh the pleasures it stored in memories hoard - what treasures. ---------------------------------------------------------- Time erases all that once was, it no longer is. For today’s survival – the main biz, as one comes down, downsizing to simplicity – is to become creative, live off the majesty of one’s own creations - a grilled cheese with sweet mixed pickles, tomatoes, egg and a delicious meat. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Taste buds - still alive – have not forgot to savour food and enjoy food for thought that fills ones stomach and his soul – not to regret or forget all that he once got - with some of what yet may not be lost if one could only get up, could afford the cost that could change the state of the economy he now lives, as he lives in a state of autonomy on egg salad sandwiches permeated with salt, pepper, onion powder, cayenne pepper, garlic salt, cayenne pepper, fresh garlic butter on buttermilk bread. this, to fill my stomach, taste buds to savour, fill my head. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ It is down to this for a fifties, sixties, seventies man who now creates a soup with his own, aged, hand. It’s base, begins with Campbell’s tomato and tomato basil soups with red peppers, cayenne pepper, so much so, nasal drips, begins to run as weeping eyes start to flow over the pork and beans you will now know have been added too, along with beaches and cream corn, rice, fresh garlic, ginger root, pasta, what a dream for this one’s palate to sample before it goes down, through the gullet, into the stomach, to one’s crown --------------------------------------------------------------------- Another dish – by these hands – to fill the days, the week is a salad that consists of all the vegetable I did seek. Cauliflower, broccoli, celery, red, green, yellow peppers, cucumbers, onions, radishes, mushrooms, garlic, cheese, honey ham, ginger root, avocados, brussel sprouts, tomatoes drowned in Kraft’s golden Italian dressing - is how it goes --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The final cuisine created to sustain this old soul, throughout weeks, months as they rapidly go by, into the ether of life’s swiftly, decaying hours, - hours lost to what we once were – no longer ours. It is a sauce for my spaghetti dinner that will run the eyes, the nose and inner recesses of the soul as you come to know the power, the combination of these ingredient will show. My laziness dictates, a base to be created with Classico and Prago spaghetti sauce – there is no myth here, as Campbell’s tomato, tomato basil soups are added. Then red, green, yellow, jalapeño peppers sautéed, will tell - as mushrooms, beef tenderloin , bacon are sautéed as well – as fresh and canned tomatoes, garlic, ginger root add smell and taste, as do the onions and sages that are added. The pièce de résistance, red, cayenne peppers set fires of hell all the way down and into the pit as one will, to supper, bravely sit. A fire extinguisher is what you will need as upon my spaghetti sauce you decide to feed. B. J. “A ” 2 November 7th 2004