Long Bake Poems
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When a cake is baked
you put icing on it
but if you bake a cake
and leave off the icing
the cake is good
but not as good,
a family is like a cake
time and patience
goes into it
but you never know
if the cake will fall,
waiting, hoping,praying
that every thing comes out right
the cake is good
but something is missing
cause with out the icing
time,and love that goes into it
the cake can not be enjoyed
now finish the cake
put the icing on
and you can see how much more
the cake can be enjoyed
the cake could be
any part of the family
like the icing, if it was gone
it wouldn't be as sweet
so lets always
keep the icing on our cake......
Come on now use your loaf
I’ll bake some bread for your toast
Flour, yeast, water and salt
Four ingredients for its growth
A chemical reaction is what I need
So I knead the dough so carefully
Squish and roll, squish and fold
This process you know is well evolved
I need to release that protein
The gluten in the flour
Creating pockets of carbon dioxide
So my dough rises higher
I’ll leave it in a warm room
Until fermenting takes place
Maybe for two or three hours
I don’t want it to be a disgrace
Now it’s risen twice the size
That just really blows my mind
I’ll pop it in a pre-heated oven
Forty five minutes, I will govern
A fresh loaf there’s nothing like it
Warm beauty on display
So come on now use your loaf
Let’s bake some bread today
© Copyright KC.Leake
30th March 2015
All Rights Reserved
Recalling how chiggers can itch
I'll still cross the muddiest ditch
the biggest blackberries to find.
Deet sends most critters to their niche.
Wrestling briers, a path I'll stake
while dreaming of cobblers to bake...
Whoa! my full pail I left behind
the moment I spotted a snake.
Returning with weapon in tow
and searching along with my beau
At last, I regain peace of mind,
he scares off the snake with a hoe.
Retrieving my bucket brim full
we hurry past fence and the bull.
Are they worth the grit and the grind?
You bet, homegrown blackberries rule.
July 31, 2022
Contest: Your Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Dellabetas brought in the tomato sauce,
Shanks came with pepperoni and sausage
My mother had a great idea
Why not roll out some dough and bake it together?
Dough with meat and tomato sauce?
Why not? It is just quirky enough to do something.
Aunt Gladys brought in some cottage cheese.
She wanted us to add that too.
When she was not looking, we put it into the refrigerator.
Cottage cheese did not seem to go along with our theme.
It was a neighborhood feast, and it was terrific in the end.
It is pizza! Our cousin from New York told us.
This was 1961. We were meat and potatoes people.
We had never heard of pizza, but we liked it.
The next time we saw the word pizza
it was on a Chef BoyArDee Pizza making kit.
My (Easy and Delicious) Favorite Dish
If you like ground beef, cheese, and potatoes too,
I’ve got a casserole dish just right for you.
It’s fast and easy, just like A, B, C.,
and the steps for making it are only three.
Step one: Cook onions with some beef (a pound will do).
When the beef is brown, you’re ready for step two.
Into a baking pan the beef needs to be placed.
Tator tots and a large can of cream mushroom soup give taste!
A tator tot, in case you do not know,
has a French fry’s taste, but it’s a cubed potato.
About an inch long a half inch wide,
A soft plump tot tastes yummy baked or fried.
Mix the soup and bag of frozen tots into the dish.
Soon enough you’re going to taste something quite delish!
Step three: Atop the casserole, spread shredded cheese (a lot!).
Then bake on high heat till the tots are golden, and serve hot.
I make this for my students, and no matter from which nation,
Each one wants more of this beef, soup, tot, and cheese creation!
For David Williams'
"My Favourite Dish Poetry Contest"
Way way back on a kitchen shelf
Was a bottle sitting by itself.
It was Karo syrup, 1 pint size
But to use it now, I would not advise.
For the label, stamped with a “Buy Before”
Had a date no home cook could ignore.
If you took a guess, I can guarantee
You’d not choose “November ’83.”
Yet I tell the truth, though it sounds absurd
(The specific date is November 3rd)
And the price tag reads “a dollar five” –
That’s before some readers were alive!
Did I ever use that stuff to bake
Rice Krispie treats, a pie or cake?
If so, whatever was the sweet
Was not deemed worthy to repeat.
That Karo syrup sat and sat
In its apartment habitat,
Discovered now, by circumstance;
So will I use it? Not a chance!
The recipes have dawdled
In their box for nigh a year,
But now they'll get some brand-new stains;
The holiday is here.
It's time to clean and shop and bake -
From scratch, if you are able -
And then to find that special cloth
To decorate the table.
The wine is waiting to be poured,
The napkins folded neatly;
The soup is bubbling on the stove,
The baby napping sweetly.
When evening falls, we'll gather 'round
With family and friends
And read the oft-told story,
Though we know just how it ends.
And then we'll eat the festive meal,
Familiar and delish;
To do it all again next year
Would be my fervent wish.
Visualizing Deepfake-ography scenes of it's obsessed imagination.
Camera-Chimera watches, captures your every move,
where shadows dance with light, in marionette grid pie.
Where programmed truth blends seamlessly with possessed ai.
A world awash with artifice and guile.
Where reality's mask conceals a sinister smile.
Weaves a new web, a tapestry of imagery and trickery, connecting it's "Hell-net Of Things".
Where cameras and chimeras entwine,
to capture moments, in pan de mime.
Oh, camera-chimera, voyeur unseen,
with scans of detection that penetrate our very grid of being.
You watch our movements, every step we take,
creating illusions, memories, stakes.
Beneath the surface of this digital abyss,
lies Develtron.
His drones, lies,
mere pixels, seamless in the coded
frame-work ed bones, eyes, zones.
Of a System of Surveillance, Principality,
Rithms and Thrones.
Social Credit Scores and currency given
only to the ones, who carbonate
in their alchemy of their hive,
as worker bee drones.
Ai. Heroes clash with dark forces that seek
to enslave, with programmed choices
FB"I"CISNSA/agency makes.
In the Cancel Culture Cookies they lovingly bake.
On a White Digital Horse?
Metatron to enter the frey...?
in a large roasting pan combine
3 cups of aundoille or polish sausage bite sized
3 cups of peeled diced carrots
3 cups of peeled red bell peppers diced
1 cup of peeled diced sweet potatos
2 sprigs of thyme
2 sprigs of rosemary
8 cloves of garlic
1 cup of diced onion
1/2 cup of diced fennel bulb
1 teaspoon of turmeric powder
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoons of salt 1/2 cup of olive oil
bake 45 minute or unt fork tender
remove from oven remove rosemary and thyme
puree smooth.
in a large pot mix 5 cups of pork stock
1/4 cup of lime juice
2/3 cups of sweet marsala
2 cups of smashed cooked white beans
(potato masher with a sift and plunger)
1 cup of smashed cooked chickpeas
( use a mash potato masher with sift and plunger)
1 cup of heavy cream
1 cup of cream cheese
1/2 cup of parmesan cheese
bring to a boil and add pureed veggies
thicken with a slurry.
serve over rice with sliced roast pork and shrimp!
Or substitute pork broth and roast pork with chicken
and chicken broth.
serve with shrimp or by itself
Missing Flowers
There are no blooms on the table.
Nothing in the vase by the window.
Empty water,
in the one near the door.
Outside in the garden...
Nothing.
The cheer is gone from my office.
The joy is absent from my rooms.
The kitchen...
no reason to bake.
The garden no cause to sow.
Remnants lie on the table,
quilts unmade,
letters unwritten.
The sweetness gone,
from the tea.
You never call.
I am not important.
That is okay.
I am lifted knowing...
"He" is with you.
All that has passed,
from the first I saw your face,
to the last I savored your visage,
has been a humble...
blessing in my life.
Thank you Lord,
for my kid.