Best Truffle Poems
I take
Sunrise in my hand
and let waterfalls
slip through
Cupping sun in my palm,
letting it spread over
dark and gorgeous
bliss
bittersweet
embracing the sun,
enveloped by
melting buttered warmth
fire comes into play
melding everything together
a swirl of yellow goodness
and brown desire
mixed with passion
then the wait begins...
...and ends
as chocolate love
is touched by
gentle hands
warmth oozes
through hands
as love melts
quickly
so let it roll
in powdered softness
to break the fall...
irresistible~~!
take one bite
of pleasure
just pure bliss
in
chocolate
truffle heaven~
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--nikko :)
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With skilled search plans, maps and watchful scanning eyes,
The packs of hunters and dogs head off into the pine trees,
Scouring the land carefully, as the dogs yelp their cries.
Digging out strange white-brown and black lumps, while on their knees.
Pushing the dogs away as the hunters from the earth they prise.
Beneath the earth, lies this wondrous precious culinary surprise,
A delicacy much cherished, that's more priceless than gold.
Its truffles they're after, lying low in the pine roots there is the prize,
Dogs have been trained to help in the hunt since the days of old.
To sniff about under the trees, for any tell-tale scents that arise.
The truffle unearthed is a strange amorphous, dirty ball.
Belying its splendid aroma and tantalizing taste.
A pile of soil-like lumps pulled from the stumps is the haul.
A harvest, which could so easily be thrown away in haste,
Is this rare delicacy, so much treasured by chefs one and all.
In fancy kitchens everywhere, the magic becomes clear.
From pasta to risotto, sauces and sprinkles, truffles infuse delight,
With masterful hands, the lovely delicate flavors appear
And make every bite a symphony, a culinary trip, a joy-flight.
Savoring the earthy flavor and aroma beloved so dear.
Black Gold, French haute cuisine, that is!
Truffles - Black, White and Brown!
These humble amorphous lumps of fungi fruit dung,
are diamonds in the dirt,
much coveted by chefs all over,
for their taste and nice aroma.
But, wild truffles on the loose in the fields,
elude the foibles of weak human nose sniffs.
So, rout out the dogs and pigs!
Blow the horn, rustle them up.
Get the hunting hounds out,
the sniffer pigs, the horses.
The hunt is on!
We're hounding down the truffles,
buried deep, down among
the dead-men roots of oak and hazelnut trees,
hidden subterranean.
Watch the sows, mind their grunts,
for pigs devout, with sniffer snouts,
plough up the soil to root them out.
Beware, look out, watch them!
For sniffer sows also eat what they rout.
They love their truffles, au naturale, dirt and all.
So take care you rein them in,
and muzzle their sneaky snouts,
Dogs are better truffle hunters than pigs,
when the hunt is done and truffles dusted.
For, dogs are sniffers, not snout routers,
pointing paws at truffle lairs,
and not clawing prey out.
Better still, dogs don't like the taste the truffles.
Leaving pigs and human taste buds to
to titillate, salivate,
and devour the truffle hoard.
Pig, with a fine nose.
Truffle, with a rustic smell.
Forests, where they meet.
The pig, to hear his sweet praise.
Mushroom, now served on a plate.
When good day's
Are at a premium
2wice in 1 Day
Like Hail and Lightning
Run with them
Like Scissors in hand
Or singing in the rain
And stay up till midnight
Until tomorrow
Because this could be the luckiest you will ever be
And Everybody deserves a day off
Even naughty boy's and girls
And today just might be your lucky day Punk
So make hey
The Wiccan way
Luck Spells Truffles
Roll like Charlie Sheen
Take that Tiger outside for a Ride
When you feel luck tickles your underside
5 cups of shredded beef
2 cups of caramelized onions
6 T of minced garlic
1 cup of minced green pepper
3/4 cups minced celery
5 cups of sliced mushrooms caramelized
2 cups of mixed provolone and mozzarella
1 teaspoon each of thyme,basil,orgango,,paprika
1 cups of sour cream
2 cups of beef broth
1/4 of nutty brown roux 1/4 of flour+1/4 cup of butter
4 teaspoons of toasted sesame seeds in 5 T of olive oil
2 T of cayeene pepper
10 cups of cooked rice ( 5 cups of white and 5 cups of wild rice)
toast seeds set aside add cayeene to olive oil remove from heat pour over seeds set aside.
sauteeveggies celery, onions,garlic, dset aside, sautee mushrooms remove from pan.
in a sauce pan make roux add broth add sour cream add seeds and cayeene. don't thicken set aside add the cheese.
mix cooked beef and mushrooms and rice in a large bowl
add the sauce and veggies
toss and mix evenly. add to cassorole dish and bake at 360 for 20 minutes.
serve hot and enjoy
Write by:
Musica El Rubbia
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