It’s a harmless delight, this cookie-in-bed affair~
a midnight nibble you pretend isn’t there.
Crumbs make confetti
for dreams that stay steady,
and the guilt is as sweet
as chocolate, if you dare!
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
A craving never satisfied,
a longing never gratified -
will Cookie Monster's quest
be realized so he can rest?
The chances are remote.
He has no hole inside his throat.
The stars were perfectly aligned.
She felt all doors had swung open.
Finally the world was hers.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Pour it slowly
Cannot cup overfill
Combination deliberate
Dissolves into the dough
Takes on new form
an oatmeal cookie day with a cup of warm lemon tea
sipped under the cloak of a homemade quilt
I devoured the cookie in six enormous bites
it was warm from the oven, and exactly the right sweetness
the wind was howling, the rain pelted the window by my side
on my lap I held a long-loved novel I have read before
there was a dog lying next to my feet; he was content as was I
makes me want oatmeal cookie and tea during all storms
He was tough. He was no wimp.
He was a suitcase thrown by a chimp.
He broke his chains and got on outta there,
charged up by the electric chair.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Three shadows slipped through fluorescent halls,
silent as the dismissal bell's dying hum.
The home ec door—unlocked, of course,
swung wide on hinges slick with grease.
I kept my post beside the lockers,
listening for footsteps down the tile.
The scent of brown sugar and butter
drifted out like a traitor's whisper.
My friends emerged,
the chocolate chip cookie dough bowl
cradled between them,
gleaming under the exit sign's red eye.
Spoons plundered from the cutlery drawer~
our spoils now.
The bench by the soccer field,
pockmarked with old gum,
became our banquet table.
We dug in, sticky-fingered, laughing,
each mouthful sweeter for the sin.
(I only took a taste.
Just enough to lick the spoon clean.
Just enough to be complicit.)
Next morning, the janitor found
the empty bowl washed
and left politely in the sink.
No note. No crumbs~
only the smell of chocolate
and vanilla lingering
like an apology no one would ever hear.
*Related memoir vignette can be read at poetrysoup.com/short_stories/adventures_in_home_ec_class_13676
I'm Basing This On
A Fortune Cookie:
'Finding Fault'
Has Little
Reward.
Is That A
Poem Yet?
Let It...
Go Three Ways...
1. Bait.
2. Now It Is.
3. Finding Something Beautiful
3b. In Everything Is
3c. Absolutely Insane.
It's Sure Hard Not To
Though, Sometimes...
I Mean: If You Have To
Explain It: It's Not Really
Magic?
-Gray Squirrel
12-07-2025
Toddler tugs at mom’s apron
He’d like to have one more cookie
Nice try, pumpkin ~ dinner’s ready
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
cookie crumbs went down my shirt
diving in after them was my old dog, Dirt.
He never met a crumb he did not like.
Diving in next was my new dog, Spike.
Cookiecutter Shark
Deep in the ocean, where shadows reside,
A small, sleek hunter, with nowhere to hide.
The cookiecutter shark, a name so absurd,
For a creature whose bite is truly assured.
No great white's terror, no hammerhead's might,
But a circular cut, in the dark of the night.
With a mouth like a scoop, and teeth sharp and keen,
It carves out its meals, a remarkable scene.
From whales to tuna, no creature is safe,
From the alien mark, a peculiar chafe.
A perfect round wound, left on muscle and skin,
A testament to where the small hunter has been.
It lurks in the deep, a cryptic design,
A parasite predator, truly divine.
So next time you swim in the ocean so wide,
Remember the cookiecutter, and where it might hide.
peanut butter cookies are easy for me
one cup of sugar wild and free
one egg stirred as I mutter
one cup of any old peanut butter
wonderful if baked ten minutes, truly nifty
be sure and set the over to three fifty
Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
I baked some cookies, fresh and warm,
Their smell, a perfect, sugary storm.
I turned my back for just a beat,
And came back to a missing treat!
The culprit’s clear, though no one speaks—
It’s furry paws and whiskered cheeks.
A trail of crumbs leads down the hall,
A guilty cat, too proud to call.
I chase him down, he gives a stare,
Like, "What? I'm innocent, I swear!"
But crumbs are clinging to his tail,
And I know well, I’ve lost this tale.
So next time I bake, I’ll make a stand—
Lock the cookies in a jar, so grand!
But for now, I’ll laugh and sigh,
That sneaky cat’s the cookie guy!
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