Cream Puff, le Magnifique
You say that you put vanilla pudding in a cream puff?
I thought this was a misdemeanor or a felony.
Oh, cream puff, what is it about you?
With the first bite, I instantly hear
the first eight measures of Debussy's
Clair de Lune, not from a piano,
but the orchestra’s string section.
Doesn’t everyone?
Your pillow of puff is your golden crown
and below is a white cream
that could blind the whiteness
of the brightest clouds on a summer’s day.
To eat you is like breathing blissfulness.
And so, you see
my roommate fair
I am justified
hucking that tennis ball at you
down the hall
when you made off with
- the last cream puff- so stealthily.
Sunrise imbues a blemish-free sky
with a cerulean complexion.
And glittering dewdrops beautify
Nature's spider web collection.
Sweet scents waft from wildflowers nearby;
a subtle, sensual selection.
And twittering songbirds verify
that summer has achieved perfection.
The crème de la crème of days.
(Verse)
09,26,2019
6 CHICKEN THIGHS
1 RABBIT ( IN PEICES)
3 tABLESPOONS OF CAYENE PEPPER
5 tABLESPPONS OF ROSEMARY
3 tABLESPOONS OF tHYME
5 TABLESPOONS OF MINCED GARLIC
3 CUPS OF SLICED MUSHROOMS
1 CUP OF YELLOW BELL PEPPER
1 CUP OF CHOPPED HAM
1 CUP OF MINCED ONION
1 CUP OF DICED CELERY
1 DICED CARROTS ( STEAMED)
1 CUP OF SOUR CREAM
3 CUPS OF CHICKEN STOCK
2 CUPS OF VERMOUTH
1/2 CUP BROWN ROUX ( 1/2 FLOUR & 1/2 CUP OF OLIVE OIL)
4 CUPS OF PEELED AND SLICED POTATOES
IN TWO PANS WARM OLIVE OIL, SALT AND PEPPER RABBIT AND CHICKEN
ADD CHIKEN (SKIN SIDE DOWN) AND RABBIT, BROWN EACH SIDE IN OLIVE OIL. REMOVE FROM HEAT.
IN THE SECOND PAN ADD OLIVE OIL, ADD POTATOES COOK POTATOES UNTIL SOFTENED, ADDMUSHROOMS, ONIONS AND GARLIC CELERY AND CARROTS CHICKEN STOCK , WHEN THE STOCK BEGANS TO BOIL, REMOVE FROM THE HEAT.
BACK IN THE FIRST PAN, ADD HAM AND ROUX, WHEN ROUX HAS WARMED ADD VERMOUTH, ADD CHICKEN AND RABBIT BACK TO THE PAN, AND REMOVE FROM THE HEAT. ADD SOURCREAM TO THE POTATOES
IN A LARGE BAKING PAN ADD POTATOES TOP WITH SEASONING, AND COVER THE THEM WITH RABBIT AND CHICKEN AND GRAVY.
COOK FOR 1 HOUR AT 350 DEGREES. COVERED WITH FOIL.
Crème de la crème, that's what you are
The top of the heap, the pick of the litter
Ain't no others
Perpetual summers
When you appear, my life's all a-glitter
Soft ice cream spree
Taste buds set free
Flavours now ease
Delight knows peace
Dessert feast ooze
Frozen joy juice
Cup or cone thrill
Feel tasty fill
Fond happy scope
Cream comfort copes
Bright moments heap
Fine ice cream heap
Icy cold treat
To beat the heat
Blessings most sweet
Sparkle now greets
Leon Enriquez
18 September 2015
Singapore
You are crème de la crème
in my book…
I don’t care what you say,
or for that matter what anyone
else says…
You will always be, the best of
the best, in everything you do…
As the French say,
your crème de la crème,
that is the cream of the crop…
You have proven that to me,
over and over again, that you
are truly Crème de la Crème…
By Sandra Lea Hoban
©2008
Half a pint of raspberries
Vanilla pudding
Cup of moo-moo's milk, liqueur -
Drunken brown sugar
Melts in bubbles - Freeze
Invite friends
Serve !
for John Heck's contest "Eat Me!"
When creme flows, dripping
With sugary confection
Stir in rice crispies!
For Raul's contest
I drive up to the ranch house
The house is dark inside
I walk in and turn the lights on
Go straight towards the bar
No! I don't want to drown my sorrow
Just need to ease the pain
I walk away from all the bottles
Get a glass and add some ice
I reach into the fridge
Pull out a bottle of Bailey's Irish Creme
...Your favorite
Put on some Nat King Cole music
...Your favorite
Sit down at the table to sip the Irish creme
I rub the glass between my hands
As if I rub it long enough
A genie will appear
I would only ask for one wish...
That you return my dear
Funny how a fairly tough man
Can break an arm and hardly whimper
An accidental deep cut and not a tear
But the woman you love leaves you
You hang your head and almost cry
I called you on your cell phone
Left a message on your voicemail
Said sorry and I want you home
That was early in the morning
You didn't return my call
I left the untouched glass on the table
Went to get some sleep
Heard a noise a little later
Went to see what could be wrong
There you sat at the kitchen table
Another Bailey's in your hand
With a smile you handed me my glass
And asked "you want to dance"?