Creativity oozed into the conversation
Knowing that an impression would be needed
to curve the conversation from music to
food. We wanted both the music gig and the
catering gig.
The guy loves catfish and scallops so she
Came up with a fused meal that could make
an impact. A blackened catfish and blackened scallop with a coconut shrimp and catfish mousse. The mousse would be baked separye with coconut cream and chili oil with ciatro and lime. Piped and baked and centered between both scallop and fish. Cutting disks from the fillets the scraps to be made into a mousse.
Stacked and served with a salad and vineggerette, . I heard the rehearsals and were impressed, our turn started with the fish dish.Wanting to serve an elk and melon dish for the seafearing. A horseradish and cheese poto side with asparagus and carrots. I called the dish " Ballet El Songo" the rhubarb and raspberry tartes dessert is meant to " clear the way for this tenor to sing".Wish us luck!
A mackerel sky fillets a fish scaled village,
an ear clapping, full sailed, fog
moors itself to the rooftops,
then hides all in a breezeless blear.
Rheumy eyes peep out from nets,
damp noses sniff abaft trawling drapes.
Cloth in hand, potbellied proprietors
battle the splatter and spray,
dabbing at mildewed shelves,
warding away slopping waders
and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
fog horns are lowing like lost cattle.
Later, misty reeks will be scoured
from groggy docks,
hauling hands will rope together
the tide-tossed salvage
by and by, squeaky boots
may trudge to taprooms
where codgers and callow alike
can be well oiled
and duly quenched.
@ cups of ground turkey
1/2 cup of pureed shrimp
2/3 cup crabmeat
1 cup of mushrooms
1/4 cup of dry marsala
3 Tablespoons of crushed chopped Lemongrass
1 -2 teaspoons of rosemary
sauteed in oil (olive)
___________
1/2 c celery
1 c chopped onions
2/3 green bell peppers
2 tablespoons of cilantro
1 T of roasted sesame seeds
____________________________
2 T of cayenne
2 T lemon zest
2 teaspoons of thyme
2 T salt
1 cup of heavy cream
3 egg yolks
2 c breadcrumbs
1/2 cup of cooked Italian sausage
mix well and set aside
will need one whole turkey breast fillets removed
season outside of turkey cover in foil
stuff the breast and slow roast until the turkey is done
reserve juices for gravy
serve with garlicy mashed potatoes
cabbage
yeast rolls
candied sweet potatoes
with a grahman cracker and pecan topping
with a rum and brownsugar glaze
or
Crispy Roasted Cabbage Steaks
Strawberry Vareniki
Bierocks Recipe
2 Cups of cooked seasoned mustard greens or spinach
if with rabbit and chicken would prefer mustard greens
with fish and chicken would prefer spinach
drained and cooked greens .
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1/2 cup of cooked chopped bacon
!/2 cup minced mushrooms
1/2 cup of chopped onions
5 Tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pine nuts
1/2 cup of feta
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
2 tablespoons of olive oil
mix well.
one turkey breast filleted and butterflied skin off.
stuff turkey with greens
fold and wrap turkey skin around the stuffed fillets.
season turkey breast and coat with
mixture of lemon juice and
melted butter.
cover in foil and roast.
"ThanX_Givin Told Christmas
This is My Darn Musick!
Ya'll gone now!"
A bassoon cost $350.00
The Bassoon and Piano Lesson costed
$600.00.
It took him Four weeks
to get the rhythmn.
Two weeks to catch the two.
Four weeks
to play groovy.
Found ah Gal at the mall
Took Movie
and now he thinks he got the bluees.
there was a young trout named Dan
who loved to steel bait from the line
one day it was said
a fly hit his head
and Dan became fillets in the pan
In Halloween week once the days have turned dark
He lurks where the lamplight cannot leave it’s mark
And late night dog walkers whose dogs do not bark
All steer a wide path as he harvests the park
By day he is nought but a grass covered mound
But a light in the night would show flat level ground
His nocturnal quarter a shady enclave
And there he will wait for the dim…. or the brave
This giant whose mouth is a ravenous cavern
To vacuum up strollers too long in the tavern
Each rushing home to an ill-tempered wife
He fillets their bones with no cleaver or knife
His yawn reveals hundreds of stalactite teeth
His tongue is as rough as a storm ravaged reef
And with hunger sated he shall not be found
As he rests for a year as a grass covered mound
15 October 2022
Contest: 12 - 16 lines, Scary Halloween
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Drop me off on an island
where coconuts dangle sweetly.
Where the ghost of lost love
pirouettes on a moon-kissed beach
A hut made of palm leaves is all that's needed
A jug band with a chorus of gulls
and blue crabs on the strings.
Drop me off on an island
away from war and abortion.
where golden fillets
glitter delightfully on palm leaf plates.
Shadows slide over shoals
fanning silver-edged chapters
to the drum beat of gentle fates.
Drop me off on an island before it's too late
before my soul turns gull-throated white
where the stars etch the years
into the heart of the loneliest night.
had my fill of wildfires and goblins
Drop me off on an island
the furthest one from the mainland.
Far from the wreckage of man's
bloody muzzled carnival ride.
A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
from slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sight-seeing sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing deep
like colicky cattle.
Later, misty reeks will be scoured
from groggy docks.
Hauling hands will rope together
tide-tossed tubs,
then tired feet will trudge to taprooms
where the brackish parts
of codgers and young alike
can be oiled and quenched.
A mackerel sky fillets the village
then hides it in a breezeless blear.
Heads poke out of net drapes
sniff and fish behind trawling curtains.
Shopkeepers brace for
wet dog splatter and spray
for slopping boots and salty puddles.
On the sightless sea
far beyond the shore and shingle,
lost fog horns are lowing deep
like colicky cattle.
Later, misty reeks will be scoured
from groggy docks.
Hauling hands will rope together
tide-tossed tubs,
then tired feet trudge to taprooms
where the brackish parts
of codgers and young alike
can be oiled and quenched.
Righteous Love So Grand--
Ragouts doubting dreams
Individual starlet does scream
Grilled tourneys resources
Hot linguine imagine voices
Tourneys inter-vision bloom
Exultant roundelays run
Owns penned ricochet bouts
Understandable spangle shouts
Spangle glimmer goes out
Long roundelays solo run
Own imaginations laugh
Vigorous intellects cry of love
Excellent fillets run fast
Such ragouts shout
Own fascinations walks
Golden shoes holding hands
Romantic imaginations cry
Aggressive fantasies laugh
Narrow conceptions glimmers why?
Deadly fascinations runs back
3/25/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
Chilled white wine
A glass for the chef
Creole seasonings
A meal in a dish
A Southern delight
Chunks of catfish fillets
Corn and lima beans
Simmering till sublime
Gather around
If spicy stew's what you want
Help yourself
Cayenne pepper
Tabasco sauce
There’s even a bit of wine left
AP: 3rd place 2020
Submitted on October 7, 2018 for contest OCTOBER NO.2 2018 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
and May 13, 2018 for contest CATFISH sponsored by CATIE LINDSEY
2 pie crust
two butterflied chicken breast fillets
to make a stuffing
puree ten medium shrimps, 1/2 stick of butter four tablespoons of white wine, 3 chopped green onions
cayeene pepper, 1/2 cup of heavycream, white pepper, 1/4 cup of parsely 1/2 teaspoon of tyme, mix in a blender, not adding the cream, once incorporated, add heavy cream to make a fluffy creamy stuffing, spoon into chicken use all of it between the two, place chicken on pie crust, using eggwash to seal the edges, make a design if wanting too, cook until golden brown.
sevre with salad and wine
1 up of sauted mushrooms(sliced), 1 cup of sauted onions(halfed and sliced), 1 cup of sauted green peppers........( 4 pounds of potroast cooked until it shredded, five baked potatoes,(cubed) two cups of sourcream, mix together,
like a potatoes salad, and sever witopped with green onions.
How dare you, making this about versus!
I take no position among fillets.
In fact, I defend the ground between us.
For that I must verse you, though I would anyways.
To plainly put all our lives on a fence,
That neither you nor I will go,
Or might we both as independent events –
I see that you also know.
It’s not fair to tangle my mechanical thinking,
O’er the likelihood of being taken by naught.
My dreams are fading, my hopes are sinking,
And look what you brought. ====(==)
Beneath us avails our mirrored pond,
Having more, by doing less, and yes, the ignore.
To power your craft, looking on and beyond,
To have the last laugh, whether rich ever poor.
This is why I will not squirm, nor cry,
By saying ugly things that lack certain approach,
And form metaphorical patterns that fully lie,
And then surrender when it's time to encroach.
Or, not.
Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.
Trip ends today,
last night I stayed up late,
sipping remaining whisky
as the red sun set
neath hill's dark shoulders.
Crisp morning
up before six
lake like glass
rustle up the fire
and make coffee.
Rest of camp
sound asleep
so I solo
cast the back bay
release a hammer handle
then troll the north shore
into a freshening wind
nothing.
Move out
to deeper water
perhaps a morning walleye
but the wind’s up,
and the sparkling sun
puts fish down
still nothing.
End of lake
head back
cast the shoreline
snag a bush
retrieve the lure
test line – it snaps.
Retie, change lures,
Tom got a good fish
in these narrows
but today
nothing.
Ignore my watch,
change to a deeper lure
last point, a satisfying tug
good pike – strong fish
open water, use net
she’s mine.
Paddle back to camp
with fresh fillets for home
and memories
of when the lake
and I were one.
Been gaining some pounds since moving here
Getting back on track once more
No more cake with two scoops of ice cream
I'm as dedicated as I was before
Resisting temptation is the name of the game
Will power sure comes into play
Without it you're doomed right from the start
Keep chomping away on fillets
Did it before so failing's not an option
Determined as I was back then
Too much poundage can be a dangerous thing
Going to lose a bunch once again
Do I hear you cheering me on, my friends
Well thank you for your support
I'll keep you posted on how I'm doing
Kinda like a progress report
Trust me I'm as confident as I've ever been
Did it once and will do it again
But if for some reason I don't achieve my goal
Got no one but myself to blame
© Jack Ellison 2014
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.