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Premium Member Cooking With Jim

COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually, with him in spirit, in the kitchen 
of his quaint brownstone on West 12th Street
in Manhattan, decades after his death.

And quite at home with him, I chop and slice;
bake, twice-baked potatoes — their skins crisping 
to perfection; roast, the prime tenderloin of beef 

he’d earlier instructed me to hand-rub with 
coarsely ground black pepper and kosher salt. 
(I used sea salt and that was ok with him.) 

Right now, he’s reminding me to stir my roux,
then I should add the crisp bacon bits, made earlier, 
to the finely chopped spinach I just finished sautéing. 

He says I should wait till the last minute 
to toss the mélange of local field greens with 
the lemongrette he had me make in lieu of 

vinaigrette, because, it seems that vinegar 
often spoils the taste of wine. As for the wines 
with dinner: for the salad, I’m chilling 

a 2011 Seyval Blanc from New York State; 
with the beef dish, a 10-year-old California 
Zinfandel; this followed by a 2010 Pinot Noir 

from Oregon, paired with artisanal cheeses 
from Vermont and Connecticut, plus 
crisp sourdough rolls and flatbread; 

and, in the frig, chilling, a late-harvest, Long Island 
Riesling to complement the secret confection hidden 
away on a silver tray till dessert-time.

According to Jim, red wine should be served at 
room temperature, and since older reds have a layer 
of sediment in the bottle, he said the Zin will need
 
to be decanted, and that, right before serving; 
he wants the Pinot to breathe 15 minutes, or so, 
in the glass before being drunk. 

(The aeration of younger reds will rid those wines of 
their chalky tasting tannins.) All this for my guests 
who’ll soon be sitting round my dining table akin to 

Jim’s 60 inch round green marble slab of a tabletop, 
where, before the first bite of the Jim-inspired, 
5-star meal, I’ll raise my glass to the big bald guy —

James Beard, “The Father of American Cuisine.”

Premium Member Bottled Thoughts Within

bottled thoughts within

release brings rich aeration

added depth to taste




(February 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin

(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved

Premium Member Heart

Heart
           by Odin Roark

Can an enigma be weighed?

Many would hold the heavy heart
Is indeed noticeably of greater weight

And yet…

What can the heart do
When all its wishes is respect
As real
As both tangible
And insoluble?

The heart has few friends
Its bodyguards
Lung left
Lung right
Hold 24/7 vigils
Knowing without aeration 
Man’s lifeline is severed

Storms
Good times
Makes no difference
Pumping continues
The gasp of birth
Forever faithful

Still

Comes hurt
Comes denial
Come battles lost
Our hearts panic
Asking lungs
To take the bullet

Like mothers
Fathers
Secret Service
Internal instincts
Obviate thinking
Risk death at any cost

So goes the miraculous nature
Safeguarding the one institutional identity
One can really trust

Life’s experience
Most likely has no measurement 
But we know heavy
Don’t we?
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Cobweb Full of Desires

From the gate of the zip it sure will poke
cos a bare in gown saps all aeration
this jinx of self made lust isn’t a joke
fine legs can put him into commotion
sees her ins like a wool in fair mix’d coke
then the eyes stay put to this diversion
as the mind rots in the mud it is soaked
her head to toe in view for selection
the hand will love to slap a rear when near
he sees all not to be seen from a pear
and puts the mind to an aged long wear and tear
in each pump, some rise emit to blow
so much heat even amid much snow
his open face gets down to stay that low.

Flatulence Upon First Date

Upon the first date (decades ago) with the gal,
whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed
we agreed to dine at an ex-mex eatery
in north Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread
carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the menu selection, 
a touch of Latin lick QED

all American version sans south of the border cuisine –
Quod Erat Demonstrand – translations spit out in rapid fire Hispanic
by a beady eyed inked kid named Ned
whose couture favored a punkish style
with spiked gelled green hair, piercings galore and
necklace with a genetically modified sizable
entombed glass encased amber ked

which beastly fully intact organism with a miniature grisly bear like head
momentarily hypnotizing me tell nudged out of trance sans this egghead
who make a selection by randomly 
landing finger on an item feigning to be well bred

unbeknownst to the arbitrary choice this senior made
within an ample number of mouthfuls
of beans and rice that quelled hunger pangs
mine lower gastrointestinal tract,

felt a bubbling sensation played
though impropriety struggled with gaseous mounting perturbations,
what promised to be hot malodorous, would induce an air raid
from this “wind bag”, whose saving grace divine, when wallet of suede
discover herd visa vis tubby devoid of cash, thus and excuse to beat the tirade
of volcanic eruption found me bolting
out the restaurant door fortunately not waylaid

and madly dashing (like some comet fiery dancer) 
performing a cheeky number hopping on one foot than the other – 
since forceful blast triggered kidneys to be tapped, thus prancer
two step extemporaneously incorporated while await the ATM to disburse cash
legal tender coveted akin to Cupid sprinkling spell of romancer
while expulsion of noxious fumes from thine sphincter from this hob er dasher

brought relief as aye nonchalantly strolled inside 
the cozy diner and slipped into me seat
disinclined to relate vents to future spouse,
the bodily aeration and stream of urine from me magic flute
which amazingly synchronized with the Maximus glute
from consuming food triggering tushy to toot.

Fresh Earth

Mix the sand and mulch
add aeration and fertilizer
Dig a small hole drop in a seed and water
Hopefully it will grow
Into the beauty I desire
Time patience and lots of water
Makes the plants grow tall and strong


Premium Member Green Yard Tips

Green Yard Tips

 Here are a few good natural tips
To keep your yard healthy and green
No chemicals or man-made products
Just merely a simple walking routine

While supplying air to the soil
Bringing the best form of aeration
It also provides good exercise
And can even be lots of fun

The yards in your neighborhood
You might take notice to see
That only those with children or pets
Really have the beautiful green scenery

You can even see it in the parks
Where all the children go to play
And there are a lot of big green patches
Where the bus stops on school days

My yard now has beautiful green grass
Looking so rich, full and plush
I’ll share our secrets of just how
We get it to look most vivacious

In addition to pets and grandchildren
We have a Halloween animated maze
Every year during the harvest season
Bringing hundreds of visitors for days

In September the maze is prepared
Placing numerous stakes in the ground
To hold up the walls of the maze
For weeks of visitors to walk around

Initially we are left with pathway ruts
Covering the yard, but seem to disappear
To begin the new green growth period
As each winter season starts to get here

Now you know what really works
And you’ve received the best tips yet
So be sure to walk all over your yard
And invite your family, friends and pets

Florence McMillian (Flo)

Big John

Big John, what a man
Fishin' rod in his left,
a gun in the other hand,
Smart as a whip,
I'd bet he's got one of those, too
Don't piss him off,
He'd as well kill, as cough,
And in his mighty Toyota
Tundra,
He can make that truck thunder,
I worked with him,
Or almost, anyway,
We could never be serious
We suffer from mental decay,
We'd sit and argue
About Dunken Donuts,
And Krispy Kreme,
There aeration ratios
On cruellers,
See what I mean??

So if you meet
the only red-neck in Yonkers,
Don't doubt your senses,
You're not going bonkers.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

The Cruller Sagas, Part No. 1

The Little Known History of the Cruller And It's Impact On Naval Warfare"

No mere pastry, the humble cruller...
As you will soon see...
But a remarkable item,
Most important to history...

It started on a Spanish Galleon
In the thirteenth century
An accidental occurrence,
On the deep blue sea

The ship's cook was a notorious drunk,
No one wanted to eat his food, it stunk!
One day in a stupor, some bread he tried to make,
Mismixing all ingredients, it tasted more like cake,
But worst of all, he made 16 tons,
Fell asleep at the stove, and forgot his buns

Well they oozed, and they oozed, and they did drip,
Winding up about everywhere aboard that fateful ship
Lightly baking in the summer's heat,
These little round pastries too numerous to eat

El Capitano ordered them stored,
below in storage, away from the crew,
Until he could figure out just what to do...

As it so happened, this pastries aeration rate was so high,
It almost seemed like they wanted to fly...
Once in the hold, the ship rode high on the waves,
Acting as a ship intent to sail in the sky

This was soon forgotten, when an English Man-O'-War
Appeared on the horizon, intent on a score...
Roaring with cannons as it did near,
The Galleon, well holed, took water on fast,
The Captain and crew figured it could not long last

But as they fought back, at a time seemingly late,
They were surprised at their luck in avoiding that fate,
Seems the aerated crullers kept her afloat,
Saving their lives, and that of their boat.
© Tom Bell  Create an image from this poem.

Covid 19 Pandemic Analogous How Indigenous Peoples Got Felled

COVID-19 pandemic analogous how indigenous peoples got felled...

Woebegone, enraged spirits
holographic images taciturn
journeying somberly aghast
at their stolen sacred lands... mourn
dead souls impossible mission

sabotaged aery mission endeavor
happy hunting grounds upheaval
witnessed gaunt bloody sojourn,
perhaps collective aboriginal ghosts return
to haunt cruel innocent heir/heiresses
regarding interlopers, si?

Malicious intent birthed in subsequent
quick succession to adventitious,
(nevertheless grievous) events
visited upon heads of storied "Indians")
misnomer spurred European explorers
(more particularly exploiters),

when "discovering" the Americas
to dole out (deliberately)
contaminated accouterments,
plus various sundry trappings
to native inhabitants.

Gross misdeeds of our long deceased forebears
debauched, decorated, and dedicated
footloose hedonistic jackbooted violent men
loosed mayhem opening pandora's box
unwittingly and/or intentionally disseminating

seeds of annihilation germinating lethal pandemic
decimating innocent ofttimes knowingly
unleashing opportunistic virile organisms
without vital immunity linkedin
bodily defense mechanisms.

With advantage of hindsight
always 20/20 (especially
calendrical juncture planetary
space/time continuum 2020)
opprobrium plentifully quoted
as cosmic consciousness skews perspective,

whereby admission acknowledged
conquistadors looted, pillaged, and raped
(blithely, effectively, and indiscriminately killed)
every man, woman, and child
and/or sowed cultural abomination
acceleration, adulation, aeration...

Though thoroughly grounded
within secular humanism
courtesy kickstarting metaphysical realism
philosophical, teleological...
essentially Unitarianism paradigm
whereby ripple repercussions of actions
(think butterfly effect

starring Ashton Kutcher - ha)
trigger domino falling action,
yet additionally affects fate,
particularly he/she who
activated, cultivated, generated...
chain of events, particularly
brutal, deplorable, and unforgivable misdeeds.

Trenchant Recalcitrant Poet Welcomes Animadversion

(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)

Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed

president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate

abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"

accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)

scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates

accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation

SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation

acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,

artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.

Premium Member The Two Typical Windows

A house got windows for aeration
As well as for time travel 
The front window a time tunnel for the future
The back window a time tunnel for the past
50 years ahead and 50 years back
The front window gives you a view of 
Bright, clean and broad roads
A fragrant smell of flowers and a thick shade of trees
A beautify world of afforestation and greenery 
A world full of expectations and dreams 
Higher education
Law and order
Business transactions
Scientific inventions
Digital applications
The front window is always opened
Unless not at home
It's  closer to the open sky 
And warm sunlight from heaven
The back window gives you a view of the past
Dark, narrow and dirty lanes
A bad smell of rubbish
Attracting flies,ants,wild dogs,wild cats and rats
Prostitutes,thiefs, briberies and scandals
Conspiracy and backdoor government
The back window is always closed from
A deadly smell from hell
But don't forget
You also got two windows in your heart
One full of conscience
And the other full of evil
It's an assignment from God
Oh dear, do utilise the right one
Before it's too late

Growing Seedlings Within Walls

There are seedlings grown well somewhere
behind the walls in natural fertile soils
they are monocotyledonous fresh seedings
the radicles wake up first before plumule
to gain firm ground for branches, leaves
but some farmers do it with wit in style
watering roots with alcohol and iodine
pouring steaming water to remove pests
some do remove soil from the roots
allegedly to provide freedom and aeration
fertilizers, humus that are indispensable
are starved off the hungry, sick seedlings
small pebbles are spread in and around
to register beauty, seriousness and duty
and the seedlings grown behind walls
dry up with survivors yielding very little
but the farmer is proud, loud, and happy
to bolster pride the farmer packs leaves,
poor seeds, stems and export to markets
But then the farmer puzzles me;
Why claim farmer-ship but of scandals?
every activity of raising even bedbugs,
culturing snakes and parasites is divine
to best of sincere ability one must work
and it’s more demanding if it is humanity
at the center of functions and goals

Adumbrated Aeration Against Antiforeclosure

(what...me write vernacular English???)

Okay, the gist of anemic
     checking account averred
asked from one
     FaceBook English Literary bird,
I could plainly enumerate
     Sachin be cured
of spellbinding nightmares,
     and not accused

    of acting demurred
the esse cent chill
     dime a dozen premise ensured
prime merrily to discover 
     visa wells Fargo
     sieve err (ala Eratosthenes) forward
solution, whereby means
     to save money

     against being gored
no...no...no...not to be stingy,
     nor selfishly hoard
meager unearned social security
     monthly allotment, aye ignored
to mention as key piece
     of information a dub bill
lit tete ting bout with anxiety,

     obsessive compulsive, not cavil
air lee shaken off and schizoid
     personality disorder like evil
mailer daemons, which
     undermined ability to full fill
quality existence, and even
     prescribed about,
     a half dozen
 
     medications help ill
psyche, though nonetheless mill
yens of precious moments pill
furred with pro
     fuse sweating still
interferes supplementing, 
     stoking, and socking

     away reserve till,
last creased furrow sought out
     here in Schwenksville
     Pennsylvania most likely, where
     one last gulp of oxygen will
finally deliver cremated ashes

     into eternal void
where psychological state
     free from being destroyed
and forever exempt trying
     to be write lee employed!

The Cruller Sagas Part No. 2

The Cruller Sagas Part 2- The Insipid Rise of the Cruller Wars

As it came to pass, after the Spanish exhibition of the inherent strategic defensive
possibilities of the cruller defense;

Soon all navies festooned their warships with thousands of crullers, including 
deep in the bowels of the hull, where their miraculous achievements were most 
evident.
It became a cruller race, not only of production numbers, but ever increasing 
aeration ratios.  Huge blowers attached to naval bakeries worldwide made 
lighter and fluffier pastries in a donut race like the world had never seen.
One could literally smell their opponents freshness over the horizon.
The inventive drunken Spanish cook was promoted to fleet admiral, in charge of 
navel donut operations.
The sea was aflood with doughy might.
The situation was bound to be explosive.

Warships pounded their opponents at point blank range, only to see occasional
flour bursts, or if capital ships, even jelly bleeds.  It was cook or get off the pot (of 
coffee).

The oceans of the world transformed into gooey puddles of culinary terror.

The Brooklyn naval yard was surrounded by hundreds of Dunkin' Donuts, and 
their arch rival, Krispy Kreme.  The stench of pastry was horrendous.
Each vying for favor with the 13 dozen rule, then the 14 dozen rule, until
the price of donuts outweighed naval construction costs.
It was doomed to destiny.

Next: The Krispie Kreme/ Dunkin' Donuts war erupts!

Stay tuned.
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