The Phat Ladies of Malta or The Fat Ladies of Malta
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8 chicken thighs de-boned and flatened
16 slices of ham
16 slices of swiss cheese
roll ham and cheese in the chicken
to create a cigar shape
use tooth picks or skewers to secure in place
flour with seasoned flour
egg wash and breadcrumb mixture
sautee golden brown ( almost done)
remove from the pan set aside.
in a pan sautee 1 cup of onion
1/4 cup of red bell pepper
5 T of chopped celery
4 tablespoons of garlic in olive oil
carmilize. add 4 tablespoons of tomato puree
1 teaspoon of anchvie paste.
2 cups of marsala
squeeze one leom
1/4 of parlsey
1 teaspoon of sweet basil
1 cup of chicken stock
1 14 oz. can of artichoke hearts
1 teaspoon of cayeene pepper
1/2 cup of black olives
1/2 cup of sunflower
salt to taste or taste and salt. if to salty water it down.
simmer on lowish medium for 20 to 30 minutes.
serve with a salad and some garlic bread enjoy!
The majestic position of the lion
An artichoke without a heart
is the saddest thing,
except, of course,
a hobby horse
without a spring.
Arbitrary patterns, be it said,
Behove a poet who has nought to say:
Consider if you will, the holy dread
Descending on him when he has to play
Egregious games of lexicon and sense:
Ferocious is his hunt for weighty meaning:
Garrulousness has no innate value - hence
Hermetic references, frantic gleaning,
Intemperate allusions all too often
Juxtaposed with useful phrases in a
Kulturkampf, with memes supposed to soften
Lacunae like the way we treated Jinna,
Matriculee of Lincoln’s Inn. No joke.
Nehru, Inner Temple. Things you learn!
Our planet is a stellar artichoke,
papaveraceous, as the Medes discern.
sandy has a smaller heart than an artichoke
emotionally a quintessential slowpoke
stomping on others feelings with army boots
ripping out hearts straight from their roots
leaving broken and battered in her wake
as dangerous as any typhoon or earthquake
Constipated onions
Immaculate cantaloupe
Collard, mustard, turnip greens
crabgrass eating artichoke distant
Are the carrots potatoes fried display?
But the watermelon
Praise on the tomato mustard says
We be going to have ketchup today
6/17/ 24
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
In the air, blows my hair
In my eyes, a blank stare
I’m just wasted
Too much wine, it’s divine
The most flavorful vine
That I’ve tasted
Have to go, even though
I can’t drive, that I know
Call a taxi
Stomach churns, how it burns
Artichoke dip returns
Mouth is waxy
I’m not well, they can tell
Like a turkey from hell
That’s been basted
Over there, people stare
They just laugh, they don’t care
That I’m wasted
spiny Mediterranean artichoke
thistle of the Asteraeae family
a wild vegetable
found in Greece
Friends have an open invitation, dusky sky, soft rock music~
It’s all part of the experience of barbecuing—I Am Anaya
Rustic charred mesquite fired up
Aromatic smoke
Sweet guavas, fish, steak, grilling
Blazed creamed artichoke
Decadent pastry
Black Velvet
Lime
My mother’s kitchen really wasn’t so much.
It was the kids’ kitchen, the daughters’ kitchen, where red food coloring met peanut butter and dried milk and ice cream
in super-special surprises
and the big girls ate at one table and the little girls another
and the daughter who had to wash dishes after dinner got rewarded by choosing what everyone else watched on TV that night.
There were lots of green beans and broccoli, an occasional asparagus and a rare artichoke,
and the only dead thing was the flowers that Daddy never gave Mama
the time he forgot their anniversary.
When Grandma showed up that night, she found the kitchen just as foreign
as Mama did.
Peter Pumpkin recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
Peter Pumpkin Eater recently got squashed
That was really quite corny, oh my gosh
Got veggies on the brain
From corn, I'll refrain
D'ya hear bout the artichoke that developed a cough
To encounter you in Cleveland
as if an angel drew my steps
into the intricate re-enactment of
an Amazonian forest
A glass tank with a caption that reads,
"Long- necked South American Turtle"
After intense staring into irridescent shallows
your shape emerges as a living abstract;
a turtle-seemingly carved from an
ancient tree bough,
your long neck, the gnarled branch:
your body an elongated burl
Nearby, a sloth, in an emotion
like sleep, does a slow motion spiral
down a vine clad tree
A creature (my memory refuses to name)
like a crazed artichoke
returns in endless typewriter movements
Eyes glazed, despairing of escape
I am drawn, mesmerized back to the
tank with its oneness of stone and log,
breathing a silent prayer to wonder.
Embroidery
It’s okay
To close your eyes
To fall asleep
To breath in deep
If inferno heat
Shall sway the wind
Or kill the flame
May it boldly show itself
A frog upon a log
Or a lily pad
An embroidered cushioning
A round , flat leaf
For the water lily
Lilac
Ivory
Lavender blooms
Water daises
Cupped hands
Receiving fruit
A mandala
All- encompassing
Far - reaching
And symmetrical
An artichoke
Floating in the lake or pond
Or rooted in the wet dirt
Recollection of thoughts
Steps taken before
A walk along the road
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
09/05/19
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
There was once a real funny bloke
That could tell a silly joke
One day rumbled
Then he stumbled
Because of a large green artichoke
1-10-18
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