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Rowan is a berry that it's extractions are used to
make sorbit acid a preservative used in baking.
Sorbus Aucuparia, also called mountain ash
is not related to the ash tree.it is one of the many
plants in the familiar Rosaceae family that also
contains roses, apples, and raspberries, and that
I have written about here so often.
Rowan trees are one of the most eye-catching tree
it's berries look like cherry tomatoes.While not deadly
poisonous, raw rowan berries contain parasorbic acid
and cyanogenic glycosides, which can cause significant
stomach upset, vomiting, diarrhea, and potential
kidney issues if eaten in large amounts, but cooking
(or freezing) converts these compounds to safe sorbic
acid, making them edible for jams, jellies
, and syrup.
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(On Christmas we brunch with two hundred and some fifty of our closest friends)
I wish you all joy with your own holiday traditions.
Merry Christmas Everyone!
There’ll be snow-white bright linens,
crystal that glistens,
and silver that perfectly glows
There’ll be garlands of green
twined with red satin sheen
shimmering gemlike Christmas trees
There’ll be brioche that’s toasted
apple smoked salmon
and oysters laid out in iced rows
There’ll be cheeses from Roquefort,
baguettes, fruit and camembert,
Bûches de Noël coffee déserts
They’ll be geese gently roasted
and holiday toasting
as the feel of aged cognac grows warm
There’ll be carolers and violins
toys for the children
like secrets tied up in bright bows
They’ll be dancing and laughter
and much happy chatter,
as guests drift-out on their ways home
It’s the joy we’ll remember
long after December..
Hey - let’s do it again here next year!
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A Christmas Playlist for this:
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1/2 cup of mayo
1 t of onion powder
1 garlic powder
1 T of fish stock
1 T of lemon juice w/
1/2 Tof cayenne powder
1 t fresh grated ginger
1 t cumin
1 t oregano
4 T ketchup
2 T of chopped capers
2 T honey
1/4 cup of bacon bits
mix well set aside
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5 cups of roasted pork
shredded or sliced
(1.5 to 2 pounds)
2 pounds of deli ham
lettuce
tomato's
pickles
2 Pounds of swiss Cheese
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12 slices of thick brioche
with the edges trimmed
and toasted in a garlic butter
spread.
Assemble Sandwiches
with roast pork
topped with ham and cheese
lettuce tomato's
pickles
and sauce
add sauteed onions and peppers if desired
Serve with some frenched fries
Doctor Duck could not cluck
Whenever he tried, he was out of luck
So he bought bread
Brioche, Baguette, White, and Grain
He'd wake up covered in crumbs
Looking like one of the bums
His wife left him because he spent his paycheck on bread
Doctor duck sure was out of luck
He'd lost it all, every single buck
Doctor Duck was fired
He was always tired
So he worked at the grocery store
All the bread he could want, and more
Just stock the shelves with food
And He'd be good.
Those bread rolls look so yummy,
Can you buy me some sissy?
You mean those brioche buns?
So sweet for you, my little one.
But candies are much sweeter,
May I have one my dear sister?
Timmy, I don’t have enough dime,
Can we buy one next time?
But sissy, I’m starving now,
Can we go and sell our cow?
Selling our cow is a big regret,
If we do, we don’t have any more pet.
Oh sis, I’ve this brilliant idea,
Let’s go back home and ask mama.
Smart boy, let’s go home then,
You better walk and hold my hand.
It's funny the simple pleasures recounted in life
all manner of wonders reminisced I'll miss most..
though list grows shorter with each passing day
thoughts align in proper time as desires sway
storm bent trees, sunsets, a child's laughter,
and chicken salad on toast.
To be true others may find want of finer things.
fancying first class flight or latest in 'lectric cars,
refined tastes in Nanterre brioche or imported caviars
yet never replace good company a heart brings.
As winter closes, and spring finds its way home,
eternally grateful for all new pleasures won
give thanks warm day's return in rising and setting sun
yet alone, to bygone days my thoughts may roam.
Yeah, there'll always be chicken salad and sunsets..
perhaps a slice of keylime pie or two.
When I look back to a wonderful past,
what I'll miss most
is you.
She wanted the dinner to be specail so she asked
her specail freind to fix it for her.
she would offer both roast pheasant and chicken
combined with fried polenta with
buttermilk ,bacon bits redbell peppers, chives and asparagus.
Sagey dressing. Garlicey mashed potatoes, and gravey.
goat cheese/cream cheese herbed pastries.
garden salad with croutons, and a savory Catilina dressing.
Boc Choy and cabbage.
roasted butternut squash medallions.
a rich poundcake and brioche bread pudding
with eggnog, dates, coconuts, dried cherries, and dreid mango:
served with vanilla icecream and toffee.
an offering of wines.
All to get people smiling.
Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?
A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS
ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS
let me answer the quixotic brioche —
we all need a delicate pinch;
brachial bruising a warning
all the flowery talk dispels the magnitude
of cancer, the carbuncle of abuse,
the horrific salutations of the nazi regime
we march alone but also as a world
arm in arm, armed with insecticide
words like ants; a bench’s rash
a hose in diffusion’s spray
may try to paint the sky
in shades of love’s foray
turn it off; let flow subside
take a better look —
heart on a bed of nails
war of words; a twisting sword
let truth be the blood
that scores
because a poet can also whitewash
with parrots
mimic...mimic...mimicking
seek your bellyache
examine, test, squander
all its savings
let cavalry of water fall
soaking wet
with poet’s ink
10/9/2020
Beth Evans’ A Poet's Duty Poetry Contest
Summer Lunch
Delivered by cute stud, served in a red chequered box!
On this sizzling, summer,sun-joyous June day.
Delicious, cold seafood salad on a perfect Brioche.
Rapturous, fresh garden creamy coleslaw.
Perfection!
June 24, 2020
10:15 pm PST
Poem # 1,313
Edited
A glorious Spring day, my love!
Won't you come by and let's play?
A picnic next to the placid lake.
Caesar salad, brioche, Cabernet Sauvignon.
How about munchy crackers and Brie?
Just the swimming ducks, the loving lake gently
touching the shore.
And best of all, you plus me, reading Cummings' poetry.
With sun shaded lascivious eyes, under waving elm trees
and a free, cloud pillowed sky
A delectable lunch...even French coffee and for dessert
....me plus thee!
May 20, 2020
2pm PST
Poem# 1282
Or ~ Breakfast in the Fields~
The animated, joyful couple, just you and I.
With our picnic, wicker basket wonderfully full.
Of Brioche,our favorite cheeses, fruits, Chai
and mirth.
It's so wonderfully quiet here except for the
sound of bountious butterfly wings.
And I can hear the sound of your soft eyelids,
moving with love, as you gaze at me!
This is our forever time!
Since we met, I have always been thine.
This is our time to enjoy, we are the happy couple.
Who very long ago, found me, just a pretty girl.
And you, my destiny, my eternally handsome
and sensuos, forever, boy.
You still drive me wild, ecstatically.
As it was, and ever shall be!
August 28, 2019
Noon PST
In the center of my garden,a marble fountain stands.
Today, the fountain-birds harmonizing
and conversing in joy,
Of their plans to fulfill for God's day.
Insects, too,are busy doing their holy work,
some building tunnels way under the earth.
If lucky, I might see a hare hop my way.
Meanwhile, I will procure a fresh orange from the beloved tree in my yard.
Oh, what a way to start a citrusy day.
With a brioche, a carafe of French coffee,
on my terrace I will sit.
Inspired, smiling and so immensely grateful, to be an such an insignificant part of all this.
Panagiota Romios
4/22/2019
7:00pm PST
Lazy Morning
L~Love to lie on pillows, lush and ever so
lusty.
A~An ambrosial dish, right next to me,
Z~Zoetic,yes! And feeling full of life and
and magically,oh so, poetic.
Y~Yummy, yes. A warm brioche and hot
French coffee with a dash of sprinkles..
ever so chocolatey, smiling up at me.
Panagiota Romios
4/4/2019
I'll bring you a brioche
with coffee dear
what would you like
with the brioche
ham or jam.
A solemn scent of brioche scrapes along
waking eyes and my freedom comes alive
morning songs of the sandpiper float around
as I revel in secrets that light the glowing sun
Irreplaceable memories dive deep and I struggle
for breath to speak of past promises longing to
forget clouded nights pestered by petrichor pains
letting star-kissed memories disappear in the wind
Stretches and a friendly hello gather me back in
cappuccino fragments filter through the cracks
parchment paper visions elope with wistful daydreams
dancing with feathered friends and tangled sunbeams
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