DIRTY RICE
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Datiraisu
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El Stingy Pig
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8 cups of cooked rice
(toasted and browned in olive oil, and in chicken broth cooked al dente)
2 cups of meat from pork neckbone
1 cup of cooked chicken livers( grounded fine)
1 cup of browned grounded beef
stir fry unseasoned until mixed
set aside
1 cup of minced onion
4 Tablespoons of minced garlic
2/3 cups of diced green peppers
1/2 cup of diced celery
5 tablespoons of grated ca
add 3 cups of canned kidney beans (rinsed)rrot
sautee til peppers are softened.
set aside
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in a pan brown 1 cup of pork sauage
remove the meat
measure 5 T of grease
5 T of flour brown a roux,
1 cup of veggie stock
2 tablespoons of chilli powder
1 T paprika
1 T dried Basil
1 T dried Oregano
2 T Cayeene Pepper
and sauage meat.
mix in rice and beans
toss
and serve!
Garbage poetry,
that’s why they make you pay—
a toll booth on the road to nowhere,
ink-stained palms held out
by men who couldn’t read a pulse
if it bit them.
Poets strutting like roosters
on borrowed dawns,
calling vanity “vision,”
calling noise “truth,”
calling themselves necessary.
Christ, the hubris
could pave a parking lot.
They workshop the life out of it,
sand down the blood,
polish the scream
until it sounds like a brochure.
Then they wonder why
no one listens.
I’ve seen better lines
scratched on barroom mirrors
by men who knew
they were already lost.
Those men didn’t pay to publish—
they paid with their teeth,
their livers,
their nights.
It’s hard to work
when everyone’s busy applauding themselves,
hard to write
when the room smells like resumes.
The real poem
is hunched in the corner,
drinking cheap beer,
waiting for everyone to shut up.
Most never do.
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444444 equals 24 trotters
6 heads
4 livers
4 hearts
6 kidneys
2 hams
Various scraps
5 hour boil time
Onions
Carrots
Greenpeppers
Garlic
Thyme
Basil
Bayleaves
2 cups of port
Rubbed sage
Salt
Pepper
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Brunch Day
Sunday morning scrapple/ bacon and mushrooms
Scrambled eggs and cheese
Toast/butter and honey
Hash browns
Jam/jelly
Coffee
Beet, carrot,orange/vodka
Strawberry tart
Butternut squash tart/pecans
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Darling I may never have told you
Ain't nothing right without you
You're the star of the show
My leading lady
Keeping you happy ain't no chore
I love you
I guess I wanted you to know
Sometimes I get a little busy
we spend so much time apart
here a little something to make you smile
It comes straight from my heart
Said I love you
Ain't got no problems saying it again
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Cured salmon rolled in sliced ham with sour cream eggyolk and dill....
Arnie and his artistic hog used to roar through town
The chicken livers ran off, and hid in ditches, way down
I liked what he had done to his cycle and told him as much
He gave me a nod and a wave, but did not speak as such.
He is a quiet artist, some said, he will not speak to you.
I lied about it, and told them,"Yes, he does too!”
He heard about the lie and brought his hog around to me.
“I’ll just speak to you,” he told me. “Then you will be speaking honesty.”
This was my first lesson that people are kind and do their best.
I told him I loved his hog, and he nodded, his words now at rest.
“He won’t speak to you,” said my grandma, “Don’t let that make you blue.”
For the first time I had no urge to correct her and say “he does too!”
for a moment
I close my eyes
and wish you well
like a balloon
I let in the sky
that will never come down again
a bitter brain such as mine
contains no remorse
so I am sorry I have nothing
to give to you
and a running nose
I cant stop from running tho
and for a moment
I am back to black
and black and white
monotone
and envious
a bitter lung
no air
so I am empty
with not much to breathe for
besides the winter that
haunts the house
across the street from
where I grew up
my livers life
is shorter than my own
deadly
but I love
the admiration you give me when I smoke
hello
hello
can you hear me from the trees
from the trees
you call me
but I will never suffice
for a perfect lover
and I blame my bitter brain
Zombies are not what you'd call givers
They'd rather sip blood by y'all's rivers
Butt crack stains on their legs
Ate backstrap, brains, and eggs
But, they preferred feasting on livers
BYOB: Bring Your Own Bruise or Bring Your Own Boos
Moving like moonlight
I am the OG silver surfer
Fleshwalkers, Dry Guys, Land Livers,
Have been around for,
What, 300,000 years?
Try 20 million years.
We eat stingrays.
Literally. For breakfast.
I have a 360 degree field of vision.
What's directly in front of me?
Don't ask.
Listen, Humanoids,
I'm delivering this plea
To your nearest post office.
Luckily I found a stamp
With my photo on it.
The plea is:
We are different from the other sharks
(Uhh: other sharks don't use post offices)
And are undeserved of their
Ruthless, roguish, reputation.
Yes, we are younger
Than our arrow-headed brethren
(Just 400 million years younger.)
But our brains are bigger.
Evidenced by our lack of interest
In Walky-Talky interaction.
Check your stats.
Us Real Heads are considered
"Shy" among you. Right.
You wouldn't believe
The number of karaoke
Joints down here.
The moon now
Has dipped down
From the world of air
While the sun has made it's rise.
I'm starting to tan in the shallows
A tad too much for my taste.
Stay safe, sentient skin slickers!
I must be one my way now
At 20-25 miles per hour.
Another hallowed arrow from his quivers
One of cricket’s greatest shiver givers
Coursing down your spine like rivers
Fine line..never dithers as slivers
Of adversaries hopes on the ropes..withers
Tipples tickle our livers
The latest tropes of how
Somehow…anyhow won’t kowtow
Postman Pat delivers
Matinee idol looks tease
Record books hooks please
Finds batters crannies &
Nooks with such ease
Impeccable length…metronomic
Chin music chagrin
Such strength..astronomic
Gift of getting the ball to lift
Chronic bounce…hedonic
With his swag bag of quicks tricks
Name on the adored hall of fame
Lords boards with six..another Cummins elite fix
Beat Bob Willis’s record tome of the best
Test figures for a captain at cricket’s home..
Yep..yet another done like a kipper
By this chipper ripper skipper
Who’s not found wanting
His chiselled jaw..up there for sure
With the mean hardcore
Ponting or Waugh
As the best Test baggie green
Top draw Captain (not woke...just a better bloke) seen on screen
Or that’s maybe ever been
10 chicken breast filets
split a pounded
in a food processer add.....
2 chicken livers steamed
1/2 cup of mushrooms
1/4 c wilted arugula(chopped)
1/2 t nutmeg
11/2 c of ground chicken
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1/4 c of crumbed bacon
4 Tablespoons capers
1/2 cup of cream cheese
1/4 cup of fresh parsley
3 crushed garlic cloves
3 tablespoons of grated parmesan
2 tablespoons of conage
1 teaspoon of cayeene peper
1/2 t of fish stock
1 t lemon juice
mix smooth....................................
spread creamed mixture over chicken breast
layer 2 slices of procuttio
roll breast
coat with seasoned flour
(in a blender combine)
1/4 c corn flakes, 1/2 c seasoned bread crumbs)
add to
2 cups of flour
3 T salt
3 T cayenne pepper
paprika
black pepper
onion powder
garlic powder
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2 cups of panko bread crumbs
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olive oil for frying
bake for 25 minute on 350 use a thermometer
Serve with
smashed potatoes
and smashed brussel sprouts
and honey-buttered corn
dessert
almond rasberry tart
with pastry cream and vanilla ice cream
with white chocale shavings
A holiday tradition,
Christmas time with Dad.
A gourmet appetizer.
Chicken livers cooked,
with sherry, garlic.
Keep cold to-
spread
Serpents, scorpions, owls,
Swingers, stingers, wise old gals,
Dogs, bones, bow wow wows,
Paws, purrs, cat's meows.
Canines, felines, feral creatures,
Headlines, deadlines, double features,
Ping, pong, pink expressions,
Sing, song, apprehensions.
Sows, cows, milk-bag givers,
Scaredy-cats and chicken livers,
Porky pigs and truffle treasures,
Dorky wigs and other pleasures.
Polywogs and rollie pollies,
Gollygogs and holly holies,
Ice cream trucks and cone packers,
Dumb clucks and silly quackers.
Gritty Kitty, kitty litter,
Nitwitty babysitter,
Baby bottles, bubble slumbers,
Rubber baby buggy bumpers.
All around are funny creatures,
Rabbit Ears and bunny features,
Serpents, scorpions, and owls,
Trick-or-treaters call them pals.
You flounce
as if you were an ostrich fan
all fluffed up on the page
waving at posterity.
I nibble at your chicken livers,
occasionally
swing from your bell-ringing images
that dare to delight me,
but you peck at words too much
and those long pauses
when you take a bow
are tedious.
Sorry to see that you are dead,
when you were alive
reviewing your work
was a lot easier,
now I have to praise you
just to show I care.
Be it planktons ye feed on or small fish
Afloat in sea on pair of fins as feet,
Whatso waters may have fancied your wish,
Perhaps it was lake as your safe retreat
From fishermen or anglers indiscreet.
Perchance as Cod, your oil livers did cure,
A gourmet chose you for a choicest treat
And picked ye up from a shop floor secure.
O Beauty, fit to be in a fish tank,
What pity, you’re on a kitchen platform,
What travesty of destiny’s fair norm
That you were looked at just as lifeless lank.
Yet, O departed fish, we find you fine,
A fair dish if consumed with table wine.
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Sonnet |05.06.2024| fish
3 Tablespoons of crown royal
1/2 t of nutmeg
5 Tablespoons of parmesan (grated)
2 Tablespoon of Tarragon
2 T of chive
1 teaspoon of cayenne
salt to taste ( about 1 teaspoon)
1 teaspoon of lemon juice
2 T of parsley
4 Tablespoons of chopped bacon cooked
2 T of ground cooked chicken livers
2 Tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 T of troffel oil
Heavy Cream
3 egg whites
4 Pounds of ground chicken
puree chicken to smooth paste
add cream until smooth
add cheese,garlic,chives,parsley,
and tarragon and bacon
add oil and wine
mix smooth with and add egg whites
mix until pale and smooth
using a whisk fluff up 4 egg whites
into peaks.
incorporate egg whites into chicken mixture and set aside
in a greased muffin pan line each port with puff pastry
add caramelized onions
caramelized mushrooms
and grated parmesan cheese
and prosciutto
top with chicken mixture
bake for 30 minutes or until done
serve with a hollandaise and garnish.
Serve with roasted garlic aparsgus.
Rain falls
and we fall in love
rain brings calmness
And allows love to reign
Rain speaks
and we communicate
rain brings comfort
and sings us a lullaby while we sleep
Rain cleans the muddy heart
Sweet words create a fountain
A fountain of love that flow
Through the livers of affection
The air is so cool
The body needs to warm up
Make some baby Rain says
will cover up the sounds of the manufacturing industry.
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