She has gone shopping for chicken stock.
I miss the vichyssoise of this potpourri season.
The unexpected earliness of most happenings
are so easy to miss.
My friend will soon return with a carton of broth,
plus, a Saran wrapped pre-prepared roaster.
I miss the plucking and the slimy fingered
dressing of a fresh plump bird,
the cleaning and chopping, the spatchcock,
the ‘mise en place’.
Today I will cook only with missing ingredients.
Everything is in order,
all is a hunger surrounded
by the soft anticipation of open lips.
I do miss the mélange and medley,
the consommé of fat times.
I will miss cracking chicken bones,
scraping out their boiled gelatinous marrow,
miss the suety brewing of bouillon,
the simmering potage.
My friend returns from the store.
She miles at the look
of childish relief on my face.
If I am left alone too long, I tend to make lists,
I become a Saran wrapped emptiness -
I disappear for a while.
Dehydrate 10 steamer clams
skin removed or skin on
dehydrate 2 inch ginger root
1/4 inch turmeric root
grind together and sit aside
add 2 tablespoons of dried lemon zest
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of white pepper
2 tablespoons of onion powder
2 tablespoons of garlic powder
add 1/4 cup of cream cheese powder
3 Tablespoons of powder chicken bouillon
4 tablespoons of powdered conage
2 Tablespoons of Bacon Powder
Mix together and label as GOLD!
Confidence
It's a soup that's made to order never from a store
A little bouillon treat that's filled with herbs galore
Not the kind you get from packets, no not that kind !
with itty bitty chicken bits it has onions you can find.
I start with chicken base then add a clove of garlic,
turmeric and salt with a dash of home made magic.
I simmer for an hour while the veggies steam & swim,
singing in a playful voice, "a little blessed hymn".
I start with a clean counter then tuck my hair right in
wearing pinafore of white, with little ducks that swim
I stew it then I stir it, with a large wooden spoon
telling funny stories to a soup that cooks til' noon
Made with love and kindness, it really hits the spot,
I cook it just like mama did, when I was just a tot.
It's a soup that's made to order, never from a store,
this little bouillon treat is filled with herbs galore.
Enjoy !
Soupers as lovers unite, with spoons and bowls held high,
All soups from broths to chunky chowders, they'll try.
Making steamy affairs in poems that burn and delight,
To fill the world with soup, that's their plight!
With spoons like scepters, ladles toppled full for the fight,
They struggle as wordsmiths with all their might!
Adding chillies, spices and herbs, to en-flame the brew,
They take aim with stakes to drive into apathy's stew.
So here’s to all soupers, lovers of muse, noble and true,
As they dish up their broths, lost souls, to bring to,
With their bouillon and bisque, mulligatawny and minestrone.
Let's say bon aperitif to them all, with a hoot, yippee and whoopee!
Thanksgiving is over the feast is done
there was enough football for everyone
Company that gather all slipped away
with leftovers divided on their merry way
The pies and treats not one left
but still on the table a big turkey carcass
Get out the old soup pot
put in water make it a lot
In with the turkey bones of our holiday dinner
boil on low and let it simmer
Remove the bones and strain it to
back in the pot your far from through
Now that you got a rich turkey stock
add some left over turkey meat you chopped
Toss in a few chicken bouillon cubes
dry onion soup mix adds flavor too
Add some mixed veggies from a can
noodles or rice whatever at hand
Boil it high and simmer it low
black pepper and parsley a toss and a throw
The smell of soup warms the house with a hug
turkey soup taste the goodness of homemade love.
In the heavens;
Then the dark;
Blackness spies;
as the light;
Shimmers explosions;
Sparkling granulex surprised;
Regency surpasses the dark;
as the dark changes to light;
Encompassing fathoms rims delight;
Shine on past sparkles flash;
Bouillon seas flashes of lightning spryte;
Hello the darkness speaks to the light;
As so light shouts get behind me dark;
I Rise I flicker I feel the ambiance for I was black,
now I'm white;
I am not denied but the brilliance;
I am the light;
7/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2021
I wake up to the crispness of the air
Nature is still
Outside the snow has formed into perfectly shaped mounds
The frost has framed the windows into decorative designs
Branches sway in a rhythmic swirl
There’s a stillness inside
My grandma is preparing bouillon and hearty beef stew
I look outside and catch the smiling rays of the sun dancing on the snow banks
Trees scrape the sky as they stand like an army line receiving its orders
There’s a comfort and familiarity in the air as the day is beckoning to start
The day smiles
Winds sway in unison moving to the undulating rhythm of the atmosphere
I marvel at the tranquil scene as I immerse myself in a novel
The story takes me away to a far-away destination
I feel safe and content as I wrap myself in a cushion of comfort
I am at peace….
MY FONDEST MEMORY
("MY HOMETOWN - ODESSA, UKRAINE/MY FAVORITE PLACE")
I wake up to the crispness of the air
Nature is still
Outside the snow has formed into perfectly shaped mounds
The frost has framed the windows into decorative designs
Branches sway in a rhythmic pattern
There’s a stillness inside
My grandma is preparing bouillon and hearty beef stew
I look outside and catch the smiling rays of the sun dancing on the snow banks
Trees scrape the sky as they stand like an army line receiving its orders
There’s a comfort and familiarity in the air as the day is beckoning to start
Nature smiles
Winds sway in unison moving to the undulating rhythm of the atmosphere
I marvel at the tranquil scene as I immerse myself in a novel
The story takes me away to a far-away destination
I feel safe and content as I wrap myself in a cushion of comfort
I am at peace….
December 7, 2016
Look for these items to help you whip together
Easy midnight snak
Canned tuna
Salmon, or sardines (in water
Canned new white potatoes
Canned vegetables
(asparagus, carrots, green beans, mushrooms))
Canned fruit packed in light syrup or juice
100% fruit preserves
Canned chicken or beef bouillon
Canned tomatoes and tomatoe paste
Salsa
Ketchup
2042015
Free range kitchen; cherished pets all around
In adjoining rooms animistic shrines abound
No clucking, cackling pens we'll hound
But residual carcases we'll gladly impound
A docile harvest plucked from the ground
No pork butts, rump roasts, filets to astound
Only our bleating hearts with consciences tightly wound
Thankfully a Speckled goose cannot be bound
With spindly greens our pristine figures we'll round
With a large caldron of bloody beets our carniverous friends confound
Replace the Carolina turkey with a tofu gam
No Picnic ham only Vegetarian Spam
Cancel the Giblet gravy; with spicy curry our imitations drown
A hearty Lentil soup; bouillon not a gram
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