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Deborah happened on it by chance…and it had immediate allure
an advertisement in Asheville…for chocolate factory tour.
“We get to tour a chocolate factory.” she said. “And taste chocolate. It’s a win win.
Before you could say Willy Wonka I yelled, “Did you say chocolate…count me in.”
We showed up early at the chocolate factory…and were immediately aware
how the sweet delicious aroma of chocolate was wafting in the air.
We shared a look and a smile as we opened up the door.
We were literally now two children about to enter a candy store.
We learned a lot about chocolate…and about the French Broad company too…then we got to taste some chocolate from India, Nicaragua…and Peru.
There were people on the tour who could taste the differences…
“I taste citrus or flowers they’d say” and others would agree….
but with my less than epicurean palate…they all tasted the same to me.
Next we took a tour…where our tour guide happily conveyed….
from the cacao bean to the final product…how chocolate is made.
There was one point where we stood under a pipe…on the very tips of our toes
and the sweet smell of chocolate was pumped right up our nose.
We bought some chocolate for the road and Deborah said…undaunted
I think with this chocolate factory tour…I now have everything I ever wanted…
“Don’t forget what happened to the couple who got everything they wanted.” I said
as we floated out of the factory…a blend of joy and bliss and laughter….
“What happened to them?” Deborah asked…
“I smiled caressing my bag of chocolate and in my best Willy Wonka voice said,
“They lived happily ever after.”
Enticement so divine it's secret I hide
Amid linens, other darken spaces
Welcoming hot passionate embraces
Only once, then never again; I always lie.
My heart refuses to waive control My pride
I try to keep looking upward, but to hell
I know so well I'll ride and the last farewell
Because of the deep secret I hide inside.
I blame myself not having the self-control
I'm told writing things down can change my life cries
Write detailed of compulsive, uncontrolled lies
I'll begin to adjust; I'm saying goodbye.
My heart yearns to write a poem I've always
Wanted to write with fulfillment and laughter
Wishing not to cry, desire of passion after
Compulsive addiction of running away-s.
I love you, a prisoner harming myself
I will make my tears dry never letting
Chocolate cacao touch my blush wetting
Lips and trust in my inner faith and self.
9/6/2019
My love has been out of town for weeks and weeks,
And I want to make a romantic dinner for two;
Something really special and sexy and delicious,
So, I spent days planning the menu and setting the mood.
~ The Menu ~
Appetizers
Krug Clos du Mesnil, 2000, Champagne
Raw Wellfleet Oysters on the half shell
Arugla Salad with Olive Oil and Vinegar dressing
Main Course
Chateau Ducru-Beaucaillou Saint-Julian, Red Wine
Truffles
Fettuccine sprinkled with Basil and Red Peppers
Steamed Asparagus - Eggplant and Chives
Dessert
Cacao Chocolate Ice Cream with Almonds
Cafe
Now, I researched all these foods for one quality,
One thing they all have in common, all are aphrodisiacs;
Primal, sexy food, believed to enhance love making,
It is going to be an evening of passion and romance.
I decorated our outdoor deck with strung lights and lanterns,
Arranged the table for the best view of the lake;
Then, I took a bath with saffron leaves like Cleopatra,
And when my love arrived we kissed, and with soulful looks,
We went outside to dine.
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October 4, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/A Romantic Dinner For Two
Copyright Protected, ID 15-714-420-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, For All Ladies and Brave Men,
sponsor, Judy Konos
First Place
(a story in Senryus)
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
I brush my teeth and
floss regularly, I wash
my roommates dishes,
I am generous,
I don’t run in the hallways,
I do my homework.
I support pizza
places, Amazon - I spur
the economy
semi-sleepless night
no worries, but tossing with
no sleep - what’s with that?
My health app says I
slept three hours, four minutes.
I’m low on toothpaste.
five-thirty AM
Lisa and I ran four miles
on the gym treadmills
Banana/ peanut
butter/ cacao/ oat milk/ chia
seed breakfast smoothie.
I've been in love with
styling dresses, layered
over flared jean pants.
My first look was a
tulle dress over sequined jeans
and tan kitten heels.
The winter hook-up
scene is in full swing - not for
me, I’m like second base.
I just lay around,
in sad, unfettered, boredom
- a crying shoulder
for others, I’m not
a skanky whore, like [censored]
- try penicillin - ß??ç?
Since, as you can see,
I am, for all intents and
purposes - perfect.
I can’t figure out
why everything doesn’t
happen like I want.
.
.
Webster: Unfettered: not controlled or restricted
ß??ç? is NOT a word, it’s a set of Greek symbols - if you read something in them, well, that’s just coincidental, isn’t it?
Discern and see the choice you make:
Taste sweet tasty such cacao flakes.
Fine food can free the senses dear:
Charm you can see as flavours steer.
Buy a fine feast, chocolate treat:
Indulge your least in highs that greet.
No need for guilt when pleasure primes:
Joy ever tilts fond taste gains chimes.
Cocoa seeds send fine flavours here:
A classic blend can usher cheer.
Chocolate can make wondrous eats:
You know my friend that happy feat.
Feed that sweet tooth with savvy food:
Pleasure can soothe that lovely mood.
Unique rich taste that simply swells:
So do make haste to eat and tell.
Why do I write of chocolate?
Good taste now cites a sensuous date.
To you who feel the pulse of life:
Chocolate will make pleasure thrive!
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2015
Singapore
Cocoa tacos and cacao pizza,
fudge fries for sweet crème dipping;
I missed one! Forgive my amnesia;
A jello slide right into gumballs,
just be careful how you ride down;
Children are accosted by its falls;
The root beer float can refill itself,
so stay mindful of your limit;
Cannot be wise to inflate yourself;
Rosy field of strawberry shortcake,
You can eat it but at your own risk;
Berries bite it’s not an easy bake;
Chicken and waffles at every hour
dressed all over in sugared maple;
They won’t sweeten someone sour;
Look up at neon marshmallow moons,
grab ‘em for drinks that glow in the dark;
Stir them with candied edible spoons;
Vanilla mountain with a peach flume,
things missed in Wonka’s chocolate room.
Epiphany
1950, there had been a war, but things were going back to normal.
My mother had a new boyfriend who also had a small cabin on an island
and a rowing boat.
On a nice Sunday, we rowed out, mother had made sandwiches mostly filled with jam,
a thermos of coffee and a bottle of soft drink.
Her boyfriend gave me a line with a hook and a sinker and told me
to go to the shallow and catch something.
I did as he said, but must add I do not take kindly being “told.”
There were many tiny fishes that looked like swimming rainbows
I was enthralled by them; in the crystal-clear water, it was like looking into heaven.
I must have been in a dreamlike state of mind, took a step forward and fell into the water.
The boyfriend came running, mother too, she was worried about my health,
we returned back to town, so I could get dry clothing and cacao drink.
The boyfriend was grumpy, suggested I had fallen into the water
to attract attention.
I didn´t try to explain that for a moment I had seen the wonder and understood everything.
Mind, he could have been right, what does a boy know of life.
All chocolate comes from the cacao trees
They grow best in tropical vicinities.
The tree first grew in Central America
although most of them now grow in Africa.
A portion of them also comes from Asia.
Equatorial climate proves most ideal,
so the tree has plenty of pods to reveal.
The pods on the trees contain many small beans.
These beans have to dry by the usual means.
They have to spend many hours in the sun
before any further processing is done.
Once dry, they are processed with fermentation.
They get chocolate liquor through extraction.
The beans have to be shipped to facilities
where they are scoured for all impurities.
The brown dried beans are then roasted for some time;
long enough to bring out flavor that’s sublime.
Further along in this commonplace process,
butter is extracted by hydraulic press.
They add alkali and emulsifier,
along with sugar and vanilla flavor,
to a thick consistency that would favor
pressing into molds that are briskly shaken.
Air bubbles escape; solid bars are taken
to another room for wrapping and packing.
Finished products are ready for marketing.