4 fish scaled and cleaned ( medium fish)
1 & 1/2 cups of wild rice ( cooked)
1/4 cup of lime juice
1/2 cup of crabmeat
1/4 cup of dill (chopped)
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
5 green onions
1/4 cup of minced green pepper
1 Tablespoon of garlic
1/3 cup of yogurt (plain)
2 egg yolks
make the stuffing adding all 9ngrienants except the fish
divide into quarters and stuff each fish.
4 tablespoons of butter to coat each fish, salt and pepper
and oven broil each side of each fish until done
About 20 minutes at 350.
serve with a salad.
Lyrics
1 cup of extra dry gin
2 cups of white grape juice
1/4 lime juice
1/4 cup of orange juice
5 tablespoons of rum
1/4 inch of a hot red pepper
2 tablespoons of chopped mint leaves 2 tablespoons of sugar
in a bowl mix mint, red pepper and sugar
with a spoon blend until mint aroma is strong
add gin and rum
add the juices and serve cold
Cold silver encircles my throat
hard and unforgiving and engraved
the weight, a daily reminder
and the inscription telling me that
my value lies at zero, free for taking.
Property.
It rests now at the bottom of the sea.
Tightly woven cord encircles my throat
the colours of he and I and made
by his hand as a daily reminder
that my value has no figure high enough, cost beyond measure.
Gift.
I am folded into the scent of his embrace.
Blue crested collar man (an origional song)
i'm out on the fringe
with a stringless guitar
the silence of my strumming can be heard both near and far
hard times are a coming in a fossil loving car
big men stand up with their heads in the sky
angels dressed in white raise the taxes oh so high
for the blue crested collar man who can't even afford to die
(chorus)
cause everybody knows or at least they should by now
that not a thing can follow you when all the lights go out
so you can boil that bitter brew and feed it to the poor
but tell me what your gonna do when they wont eat no more
(end chorus)
i'm breakin my back just to hold you up
you can tell i'm thirsty but all i get is your empty cup
you make me go and fill it cause you can't get enough
i'm out on the fringe straining my ear
for the voices of the ones who lock themselves inside from fear
it's the great thief of time and it steals another year
(chorus)
(end)
Out of heaven,the good Lord made
a garden that does not fade,
each Spring,His season,to renew
greeness with much grandeur to view;
Robins,starlings and sparrows new,
missel thrushes and blackbirds too,
nestling and nuture,here for free
just as He does,for you and me;
With pure innocence that I love ,
the soft and simple collared dove,
a fragile home of twigs and sticks
on which she, precarious sits.
This symbol of peace and love,to
we on earth,from heaven above
Inspired by Debbie's latest contest
see more at Gen 8 and Mt 3:16