Arugula Poems - Poems about Arugula

...We always ate salad when I was a kid, With lettuce and carrots and cukes And also tomatoes and olives at times But today, that would bring some rebukes. For the lettuce was iceberg, which I nev......

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... I'm a pro-cyclist, and I despise people with flab So it hurts that my folks don't walk, they'd rather take a cab. I describe my races at the dinner table, but all they do Is nod politely and say......

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... If you're reading this, honey it means the diner is burning, It's not a typo or a misprint, but a message: Witches are wisdom-embedded women who have seen worse things than the business ......

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...after Charles Bukowski No bird lives in my heart. An inhospitable place, flooding every morning with curious blue blood. The bird I know lives in the park or, the zoo, or may......

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...Lettuce pray for I can eat no lettuce today. No Cos, no Iceberg, no Loose leaf. Arugula and Kale are beyond the pale for alas a procedure looms while fresh edibles are all in bloom. It's Spr......

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...it is one of those dinners leaning in the doorway, she is working to her, this is a simple one spaghetti ala Carbonara she explains it to me as she processes pancetta is meat from pork belly s......

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...there i was with a 100 pound headache wild eyed and in a hurry filling my cart with impulse purchases as usual trying to get through a shopping chore when ......

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...Warm Lamb Salad. Sounds mmm......I've shopped for the ingredients. Planned my start - as timing is all important in preparing good food….. and Oh! fresh ingredients. It's obvious I take an inte......

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...Tender sliced beef sauteed lightly Wrapped in Gyro Bread Arugula bitter bite Horseradish sauce covered Sauteed onions dressed Treat! My inspiration:"Taste Of Summer" By Brian......

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...He nods towards a table between the hibiscus and other flowering plants, a bit more removed from the racket of passing cars, the tiny music of forks tapping porcelain dinner plates. Her eyes s......

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