Prawn cutlet with mustard sauce
along with meat balls
and crispy French fries,
followed by ice cream.
Water flows in tongue !
Fantastic
Food.
Categories:
cutlet, 7th grade, appreciation, food,
Form: Epulaeryu
Shaking her wet ears, uncertain
How her purpose may be best served
Stagger concealed in immersion
Shown the pasture that she deserved
Frolicking safely within a flock
Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
Faithfully bides time, tick clock
Offer of grace to God signals her limit
Wool washed, cleansed by clan
Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton
Shepherd held title, simple plan
Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten
Bristling beneath her softness
Fibres frayed at what her life signifies
Dismayed to only boost profits
Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice
Fuming, she rips off her fleece
Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
Roars revenge, discards peace
Trek to reckless, divorce her informant
Taught to shelter, even in harm
Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
Savage feline, leaving the farm
Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate
Sacrificial Sixteenth November
Categories:
cutlet, africa, analogy, animal, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
The Mallard Mimic
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!
Categories:
cutlet, adventure, creation, culture, desire,
Form: Classicism
Sweet and savoury,
Smothered in rich tomato sauce,
Adding a pinch of spices like cumin, pepper and garam masala ;
Brings in a great combination of flavour and aroma,
Making baked beans smell so wonderful.
Healthy and super delicious,
Utterly addictive and irresistible,
Quick and easy breakfast,
Love to have it with Dejeunette Viennoise and Croissant along with a bite of cutlet,
One of my favourite morning delights on the dining table.
Categories:
cutlet, 10th grade, america, how
Form: Prose Poetry
Wobbling wizardry waves wonderful wandering wilderness. When a beef cutlet equals two minus one h q it is said to be the time if the mountain rise. The mountain rise is a pagan peasantry. The origins span from the birth of the moon. It is time to grab those slices of bread to put with peas on a bus journey. It is time also to wear a sponge hat. Great isn't it. But the ludicrous notions of a multi tasking infestation of an sarcophagus is neither a shred of a word or a slice of a sentence. To be spoken with is subject to much change and charisma creates calm. Good. Wave not a vaporised bean bag at this time for attempting a tango on an escalator is inappropriate and not the way forward. So eat ninety boiled eggs whilst reading a sliver of truth. *** encyclopedia z
Categories:
cutlet, analogy,
Form: I do not know?
Tubular turnings. Turnips training. In a circular formation only. Obligations are a given construction to a fistulae pattern. Oh wow the knowledge and secrecy of a bowl of broth. Singing sweetly however the remnants of a sharks dinner are displayed only on a bright canvass. Fishing in a bathroom is best achieved in broad daylight. Great. Orpheus's wisdom. Treading tailed trailers talking. And a fortified iron cobra clock strikes again. Good. Grab an iron then and wave it around. Hahahaha and a cutlet of smiling smoke. Chop chop chop. Hahahaha and a pink oink oink oink *** astronomically z
Categories:
cutlet, beach,
Form: I do not know?
Hop skip jump laugh and dance then for fear feeds fragile fornicating frogs. And as spots are squeezed and pus ejected. The falsities beneath are plainly on display. No more hiding in boiled bumps. Serving stewing stakes stairs stained stares. Minding the ever increasing corners of protruding print processions. Flags held high. Over twenty thousand feet. But no boots in sky paths. And no grass coloured cloud could ever play a clarinet. Now before I eat an egg with toast I must clarify one thing. The radius of a fridge freezer is measured only by balancing pillows on one's head and playing monopoly with the cupboard doors. Drawers are excluded. Denied access you see. Due their un orderly ways. It is very disrespectful to the spoons. Hook then a towel. And spear sausages. Goodbye and goodnight. Many eras. Many moons. Many mandalas. Haha candlelit tables dancing in mid air. Haha hows the horse? Hmmm indoctrinated intoxicated introverted ignorant insect. And a beef cutlet wit melon jus. *** institutionalised z a big Z
Categories:
cutlet, arabic, bangla, beautiful, best
Form: I do not know?
Limerick: Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Once a lean Lecher in his nineties
Wondered if he could relive his twenties:
He went on a diet
Of French fries and cutlet:
The Wench said it felt like rigor mortis !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
cutlet, heartbroken,
Form: Limerick
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Captain Lamas and four other men ascend towards the sky
Took off from their base a Florida trace of ship being lost on first sight
In Leather Neck brace and skyward race marlboroughs men alight
This journey austere triangle of fear Bumuda beyond so bright
Droning on out no sight or a vouch for wreckage or of a crew
Calls from the bay Captain I say a Galleon with canon a brute
Mist then accrues upon their strange views Spanish and decks all a bare
Lower us down to view near the ground of sea level if you dare
Photography done believeable none we swoop around all the mist
The Galleon a bow to stern disallow in a turn is gone in a twist
Return to the base U turn from this place an accident gravely of late
No sooner a turn wreckage does burn of Captain Lamas and four mates
No sign on the waves of bomber remains poor souls unknown of their fate
But those who just knew dined winely and drew meat on a pewter of plate
A pirate so coarse of cutlet and gorse sat down to feast in a tomb
Doubloons on a tray with Malboroughs they say together in A locker room
Categories:
cutlet, mysterymen,
Form: I do not know?