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Hungry souls love a large pot filled halfway with bottled water.
Add 3 12-ounce pkgs of savory mild Portuguese sausages, finely chopped,
While the pot is simmering on the stove, on medium-high heat.
Add a couple of diced ripe round onions
In a short while, add two cans of dark red kidney beans, then, as
It boils,
Add a tray of tiny, sweet, color-filled tomatoes, cleaned.
Next, set the stove to simmer.
Sets of two small cans of tomato sauce and a can of
Tomato paste, into the simmering pot
Yet, keep stirring the pot ever so often
Lastly, mix in two dry chili powders
Enclosed in packets.
Chili powder is stirred in until it is nicely blended.
Hot Chili Mix might be too strong, so medium or mild
Is best
Leave on the stove, well-mixed with the stove off.
It goes great with steamed whole-grain rice.
She never lets a car pass her by
she says
buy my locus beans
buy my oranges
buy my dodo Ikire
she clings her right arm to the bus window
runs after it, fast past a horse
she says
father mother
brother sister
uncle aunt
buy what I sell
please father
please mother
please sister
please uncle
please aunt I go to school
I pay school fees
I have to eat
I have to live
buy what I sell
please buy what I sell
dodo-Ikire is a Yoruba word. Dodo mean plantain and Ikire is a town. Dodo Ikire is a kind of plantain made in Ikire, but made special with pepper.
1/2 cup of sour cream
1/2 french onion dip
1 cup of spinach drained
1/2 cup of sundried tomatos
1/2 cup of minced green peppers
1 tablespoon of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of thyme
1 T of crushed capers
1/4 cup of sunflower seed
1/2 of sauteed mushrooms
1/2 cooked bacon bits
1/3 cup of carmelized onion
4 T of minced garlic
1 cup of kidney beans squished smooth
1 cup of cheddar
1/2 cup of mozzoralla
1/2 cup of flour
8 eggs
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1 pie crust in a ceramic pan
(crumble some cheetos ,5 tablespoons,paresean-
cheese grated 5 T 5 T of seasoned breadcrumbs)
combine and sprinkle over bottom of pie crust
layer sliced Pancetta
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mix smooth , pour into pie crust bake
375 degree oven thrity minutes or until the eggs set.
or about 35 minutes
They say the moon is foreboding and cold.
That's just the way people talk when they get old -
But I grow green beans and peas way up there.
I get there by riding my bike through the air.
I tend it on Tuesdays 'till half past seven
When my dog's bark goes halfway to heaven,
And I come back in time to eat something nice.
How 'bout a hot grilled cheese sandwich with mice?
I'll buy my dog a jewel-encrusted flea collar.
I think I can get it for just over a dollar.
Next year I'll grow rhubarb to make a pie.
I know you believe me, 'cuz I wouldn't lie.
Don't listen to grownups - take my advice.
They can't spoil our fun, and I'll save you a slice.
Standing in Line
Today I will shop, for food.
I will buy what is needed.
Beans, rice, milk, eggs.
These are…on the list.
The magic of what can be made,
with very little; flour, sugar…
cookies, and bread.
The things that make kids smile,
that fill the emptiness,
that lives in the middle.
The box at the front,
“Put items here”.
for families, that know…
what it is to fear,
to be without.
Be generous, as you can,
for someone you know,
is waiting.
They would never ask,
you,
directly.
There are feelings… pride maybe?
Someone that needs,
more than you.
Trumped by desperation!
Someone that has,
less than you.
Some one,
that represents…
many!
When you are judged,
you are saved by grace.
But, He will remember,
every face, that you fed,
in His name.
Leave none hungry.
No.
Not
one.
The CoOp featured Women and Families
and their Matriarchal Allies,
often LGB and/or T,
and even some curiously queerer,
but not meaner
in appropriate demeanor
regardless of habitat
and camouflage
and costume,
ready for a folksy ball,
come as you neighborhood are
at Three Sisters CoOp.
The Corn Sisters
first brought their good news gospel,
Christian straight through bisexual,
standing Yangish tall.
To conjoin the Bean Brothers and Sisters,
enslaved in wombs a bit too much longer
than their corny deep green sisters,
yet rich brown and red
and forest green ready
to sprout and reforest spiral,
devouring,
yet digesting appropriately just right,
what Corn could carry and bear,
before producing their Bean creolizing
jazzy song and dance performers;
sultry street reformers
resting on a corny stalk of Yang.
Pumpkin spreading shade Earth Allies
grow across the CoOp's neighborhood,
incorporating spiritual
and natural nutritions
to feed a hungry matriarchal-patriarchal world,
rich with integrative nutritional potential,
deep with CoOp integrity
to reweave,
reforest,
Three Sister CoOps,
wherever humanity blooms,
not bleeds so much,
as and where planted,
in and out,
up and down,
back and forth
TaoTime reweaving.
A Great Transitional bean-brother
and sister
stood to take the lunch microphone
first opened up this day
to say:
If you look at a flat picture of a three-sprout braid,
it looks like oppositional Yang and Yin
are bilaterally weaving in and out
in Hypostatic Union
universally alone.
Yet that same three-dimensional braid
when felt and looked at
from at least all three-sides,
unveils a secret wu-wei Trinity
of TaoTime,
a braid for Sacred Corn
as FatherSun,
a braid for Natural Beans
as Holonic Cooperative Flowing-Spiral Spirit,
a braid for MotherEarth
Squashed Down Folks and Species
spreading lovely shade and reforesting projects
and cooperative programs,
economically and politically discouraging competing weeds
while splattering growing psychologically complex rain
where it best absorbent falls.
But, which nutritional strand is which
depends on you,
the ecopolitical view you listen to most Yang-Yin deeply,
as written in sweetgrass braids
of each Three Sisters CoOp.
I remember you happiness
through the early aroma
of grinded coffee beans
wafting gently from
the corner coffee shop
I remember you through
the freshly bread 'scent
from the baker's sour rising yeast.
I remember you through
musicians playing in piazas
through the buzzling sounds
of the city's cobbled alleys, and streets
Through the children's laughter
running to ice-cream parlours,
Tourists in front of Cathedrals
Old people chit-chatting on benches
on a mid-springtime breeze .
I remember you happiness
through the eyes of happy couples
strolling along a sandy beach,
Through the Sunday Mass ,
a young priest on the altar
Through morning picnics,cook-outs
'gatherings of relatives ,our dogs,and families.
I remember you happiness through
yachts birthing at the Valletta Grand Harbour,
through aeroplanes landing in foreign lands,
through cherished moments
of Birthdays,Baptisms and Weddings,
A dinner shared with our closest friends.
Today Coffee Shops are empty
All Restaurants shut down,
Our island is a ghost town,
I am the saddest clown.
Today I hear no aeroplanes
The yachts not to be seen
Cathedrals,Churches closed
Yet the church bell chimes at noon,
Amd I kneel on my knees.
Today there are no tourists
All children locked inside
This Covid 19 virus
is worse than any Boogey-man
IIt brings tears to our eyes.
It kills our own people
Destroying human-kind.
Today the only way to see my friends
is virtually on skype,
My mothetr,brother ,father, I can't hug you
Just to keep you all alive.
Today the world's a scary place,
But together we would fight
With faith ,with love,
Determined like our ancestors
We'd leave this page behind.
We'd end this page as hereos
Compassionate and kind,
We'd be the great survivors
A candle in the night.
We'd learn from this dark moment
As dark as pitch black sky
We learn that above evil
Hope reighns, our sun would shine.
We learn to appreciate our loved ones,
Our ancestors ,Our elderly,
Our island and this world
Together we would make it
Through distance hand-in -hand.
Some pretty brown birds nesting on a tree
Prank frequently at my other room balcony
Apparently, they were once the main culprits
Of messing it up, bringing a variety of leaves and twigs
They also build thin nests behind my air conditioner
When an egg drops, they may reckon I’m aborting their daughter
One day, I wondered what had sprouted on the floor
At a grimy nook, not quite far from my door
When I looked closely, I was so skeptical
It was a great masterpiece of these clever winged pals
I was so certain that it was not a moss or a grass
But a vine bearing flowers with pretty purple petals
After a week, it revealed exuberantly itself
A lush vine of string beans, I didn’t sow by myself
Was it dropped by those birds or sowed by an invisible elf?
Oh, if it has grown taller than my room, I must have cried for help!
As it crawled and climbed up to the balcony wall
In fascination, I deigned not to ask questions anymore
It climbed up freely to a wall’s faucet as its sturdy trellis
And feasts proudly, spreading its huge and verdant leaves
In tandem was the bearing of its long string bean fruits
Heavily laden, their numbers had no hints – that was a bird’s hoot
I harvested thrice while my smiles were all in glints
And had a delicious vegie salad twice from my lovely magic bean
My last harvest was meant for the next crops
I took all beans from the fruits just for drying up
The brilliant brown birds will no longer need to drop
New seedlings from their magic beans are now growing in pots
I thanked those kind creatures for the magic beans they’ve given
Growing them in my concrete room balcony was like a dream
It wasn’t a fairytale at all, I’ve already given myself a pinch
And my balcony even magically turned into a mini vegie garden
Jan. 31,2015 11.15pm
By: LG
-This is a true story: an experience last July, 2014
First Place
Contest: Magic Beans
Judged: 2/14/2015
Sponsor: My all time favourite and loving poet sis, PD
Two old cowpokes were reminiscing about the olden days,
Comparing thoughts about the way things are nowadays.
Spending the afternoon guzzling beer at the local saloon,
Chawing terbaccy aiming near misses at the brass spitoon!
"Well, they is even wimmin herdin' dogies in designer jeans.
Instead uv a horse, they is usin' fancy all-terrain machines!
Dudes wear alligator boots an' jeans with Calvin Klein labels.
Ya kin bet they won't curry a horse er muck th' stables!"
"Each mornin' th' boss has a tooth-grindin' decision to weigh;
Will it be th' helicopters er pick-ups fer th' roundup today?
It wuz no big decision whut we wuz to use, uv course,
We'd jes' saddle up an' ride th' trail on our faithful horse!"
"I've even heerd tell they now uses cell phones to keep in touch.
We wuz jes' outta luck if'n we got in a serious clutch.
Fer chuck we had beans, pertaters an' applesauce.
Nowadays, if'n they don't git fancy grub they gits mighty cross!"
"I reckon the things we is talkin' about ain't politically correct,
But I 'spose it's a good thing now an' agin to recollect,
On how us ol' fellers did th' job in good ol' yesteryear.
Ol' pard, let's mosey up to th' bar an' git another beer!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
This tanned wee white child of Welsh-English
With a bit of American Indian flowing
like a creek running through the meadow;
p-h-y-s-i-o-l-o-g-y spelled out loud
Daddy was proud of his four year-old girl
raven haired, black eyes flashing with pride
feed sack dresses in pretty shades of pinks
the only thing country about me
other than pinto beans corn bread and iced tea.
I grew to be sixty-five inches tall skinny as a rail
committed to serving the Lord as a nurse
I’ll go where you want me to go. Dear Lord
On some far away mission field—
Didn’t know where
Just a dreamin’ and flutterin’ butterfly
Touching one beautiful spot then another
Where He leads me I will follow…
I’ll go with Him thru the garden
Just knew it would be by a hospital someplace.
Mom wanted to be a nurse but wasn’t
maybe she passed on her thoughts like
a momma bird feeds her young
bit by bit each day until full growth taken place.
Finally I was a grown up Registered Nurse
Running down the halls like a racehorse at times
Taking care of the down and outs or the up and ins
all of them had the same needs whether black or white
man or woman – they all had needs
I walked proud – white in white
Shiny black hair only contrast.
I wanted to be a nurse
crying when crying needed
laughing when laughing came
praying to comfort or praying to make it through a shift
helping as best I could
to make all better –
Ebony, white, red, brown or yellow
Mankind’s color wheel
generation following generation
hurts, healing, sorrow, gladness
rotating compassionate care
Through the stages
Throughout the ages;
A butterfly touching lives
Gently
hushing the cry of a newborn baby
Lullaby and Good Night
closing the eyes of the dying
Near to the heart of God