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Premium Member Shovelin' Snow

I woke this mornin' anticipatin' a steamin' cup o' joe,
But peerin' out the winder I saw piles and piles of snow!
My, oh my, how I pined to live in sunny Arizony,
But no, the missus insisted we retire in Colorady!

I would've much preferred to continue my cozy snooze,
But duty called so I donned my mackinaw and overshoes.
For a while that savory cup o' java I must forego,
And attack the mounds of blowin' and driftin' snow!

Facin' me was three foot drifts of that fluffy stuff.
I knew I was in for a challengin' huff and puff!
Neighbors greeted each other with frosty hellos,
Then all dug in with shovels and flyin' elbows!

I had the sidewalk and driveway very nearly cleared,
When comin' around the bend, a roarin' truck appeared!
'Twas the county snow removal guy and with a silly grin,
Heaped snow back upon my driveway much to my chagrin!

After a couple of cups of coffee that I had consumed,
I agin tackled the drive which needed to be exhumed!
This snow shovelin' thing was sure gettin' out of hand,
But I reckon I could be in Arizony shovelin' driftin' sand!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
Form: Rhyme


Blansser

6 Italian sausages
Cooked
Remove from skins
Chopped fine

In a bowl mix
2 cups of cream cheese
1 cup of parmeseam
1 cup of shredded mozzarell
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
3 tablespoons of chopped basil
2 teaspoons of oregano
3 egg yolks
3 tablespoons vermouth
2 teaspoons of chopped anchovies


Mix well. Set aside.
25 sliced tomotoes

Pizza dough rolled square
Using a dry lasanga noodle
Cut pizza dough in to retanglaur
Squares.
 In a loaf pan layer pizza dough
Five tomato slices five dollops of cheese mixture. And top with sausage.
Layer again using same method.
Cover the third layer and using a pastry brush,  eggwash the top and bake until the top is golden brown.



1 fifth of vodka
1 fifth of brandy
5 cups of toasted almonds
1 cup of toasted coconut
3 cups of dried raspberries
2 cups of a strong brew tea
1 cup of sugar
Mix together and cover for me here weeks.

Serve with a chocolate cake.
Form: Ballade

Yeah Man

2 cups of sautéed butternut squash
1 cup of pecans ( sautéed in butter and brown sugar 3 tablespoons each)
1 cup of raisins
3/4 cups of honey
2/3 cups of amaretto
2 cups of shredded sautéed cabbage
1 cup of sautéed onions
7 crushed garlic cloves (sautéed)
1/4 cup of candied ginger (minced)
2 cups of vanilla ice-cream
1/3 cup of white sauce
3 cups of ground pork (cooked)
1 & 1/2 cups of diced apples

mix together and make turnovers with favorite pie dough. or using eggroll wrappers
steam and to make sticky steamers


sauce
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1/4 cup of sesame seed oil
1/4 cup of soy sauce
1/4 cup of brown sugar
2 T ground ginger
3 T red pepper flakes
2 T fish stock
2 T lime juice
Form: Ballad

When Brigitte Macron Grows Up to be a Man

Well, she boiled up the water
in a construction worker’s can now:
seems she forgot all about the library 
that she told her old man now:
and with the kettle boiling,
she’ll serve up some cups of Jiguan now -
and she’ll have fun, fun, fun
till her daddy takes the teapot away.

Went to a dance
looking for romance:
saw Barbara Ann,
but I left with JD Vance.

My buddies and me 
are getting real well-known:
Zelensky met us
and he sold us a drone.

We came in on the Sloop John B,
Mbappe and me:
Around Nassau Town we did roam.
The beer was like pee:
I caught an STD:
I feel so broke up,
I wanna go home.

She’s giving me good vibrations
with quality lubrication.

I think they’re taking a notion
in Californ – eye – ay
to throw themselves in the ocean
before election day.
The options are gruesome,
as you’ll acknowledge when
it’s bushy-bushy-bon Newsom
or Orange Trump again.
Form: Rhyme

Pate A Choux De la pointe

Using a fruit and veggie jucier
juice 
1 small onion
2 clove of garlic
3 medium cucumber
1/2 cup of apple
1/2 lemon
1 Tablesoon of fresh rosemary
measure 1 cup
add to
1 cup of milk
makes 2 cups of Savory Mil------------------
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1 cup savory milk (recipe above)
1/2 cup (minus 2 Tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into 1/2-inch cubes
4 teaspoons  sugar 
1 teaspoon  table salt 
2 cups of all-purpose flour  sifted
8 large eggs whisked in a bowl

In a 3-quart stainless-steel saucier or saucepan, combine water (or milk), butter, sugar (if using), and salt.
et over high and and cook until liquid comes to a rolling boil and butter has fully melted, about 2 minutes (the small butter cubes should be fully melted just about at the same time the liquid hits a strong boil).
Remove from heat and add flour. Using a wooden spoon or stiff silicone spatula, thoroughly mix in flour until no lumps remain make sure to find and squish out out any stubborn one
Return saucepan to medium-high heat and cook, stirring very frequently, until dough registers 175°F (80°C) on an instant-read thermometer; if you don't have a thermometer, other signs the dough is ready include a thin starchy film forming all over the inside of the saucier and the dough pulling together into a cohesive mass.
To use a stand mixer: Transfer dough to a stand mixer fitted with the paddle and beat at medium speed until dough registers 145°F on an instant-read thermometer (you need the dough cool enough that it doesn't cook the eggs when they hit it).
Form: Ballade


Premium Member Ode To a Dishwasher

In my small kitchen she sits
Simple and plain
My mechanical maid
Who never complains
Who takes cups and plates laid
On her long arms with ease
And returns every one
Scrubbed clean of grease

Because I am NOT at the sink, wrists plunged in grime
I have precious time - and peace of mind -
To fashion and design these meandering lines
This is the gift she grants -so humble, so grand
Yet after decades of duty, she's become tired
Sputtering and leaking from weakening wires
Like all teachers and nurses, she deserves to retire

When I told him it was time to buy
A new dishwasher, he said the price was too high
I say, the value of my sanity
Is worth more than his 200 channels of cable TV
(of which he watches only three)
Or his mountains of Lego, or toys for his truck
For those, he'll happily spend a buck!
So dear, after next Saturday's barbeque
I'll let you scrape off all the gristle and goo
Then maybe you'll appreciate what a dishwasher can do~

3/01/23
Form: Ode

Premium Member For the Contest Breathe

Breathe

 

When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old 
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold 
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe 
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed 

Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune 
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon 
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe 
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap

Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue 
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift 
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift 

When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old 
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold 
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe 
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe, 

yes breathe...                      written by Mystic Rose

And with each bated breath you breathe
You find, you'll begin to slip away with ease
While silently the cavern walls now hems you in
Whether it be Heaven's lust or righteous sin

Your eyes now open wide, collecting light
Find no greater solace, in this barren night
As you lose all self, of who you were
With every fiber, becomes one with her

Thoroughly drunk on this harmonious gift
With each sensation you span the lowly rift
And as sure as the moon controls the tide
Your very heart and soul, exposed can't hide


Down, down, down with the darkness growing
Where the sacred of all cups, is over flowing
The journey's long and it is without reprieve 
Now's not time to think it over, just breathe 

                                    written by Me
Form: Quatrain

Bring the Troops Home

They willfully exile themselves from fight, 
turn into friendly sports their military training, 
warming their old cold beds.
Save your charitable cause of lauding the warriors and
the body bags, and save your tears too, they frighten the 
spirits, blind them with your waving flags, devour them with
your open enthusiasm for the new recruits who bought into the fable, 
the fantasy that might rival the old St. Patrick's big bells.
You may serve them with cups and cakes, 
bringing divinity to your noble cause, seldom think of
war a place of heroism, of fancy, as long as it's far apart.
You appear and speak only on stage,
profiting from war's rage.

Tigress and Jataka

3 CUPS OF SHREDDED CABBAGE
1 CUP OF CHOPPED SHRIMP (RAW)
1 CUP OF CRABMEAT
2 tABLESPOONS OF CRUSHED GARLIC
1/4 CUP OF MINCED ONION
1/4 DICED CARROTS
1/4 CHOPPED CELERY
2 TABLESPOONS OF CAYENNE PEPPER
3 EGG YOLKS
3 TABLESPOONS OF SESAME SEED OIL
4 tABLESPOONS OF MINCED GINGER ROOT
3 tABLESPOONS OF CORNSTARCH
15 EGGROLL WRAPPERS

MIX INGREDIENTS, ALLOW MIXTURE TO STAND, REFRIGERATE FOR 25 MINUTES.
FILL EGG ROLLS AND FOLLOW PROPER PROCEDURE FOR EGG ROLL WRAPPING.
DEEP FRY AND SERVE WITH A PLUM SAUCE OR HONEY AND LEMON SAUCE. 


YEM MEN SAY SHE DEW...HAW! (LAUGHING)
HAW! (LAUGHING)
YA'LL SEM SAAY YE DEW?
WE DEW! WE DEW!
HAW!
HAW!
(LAUGHING)
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Ordered Out of Bed

Café al Bachio, you betcha!
My husband so steamy,
his eyes so dreamy, as
his morning cause
is to order me out of bed,
(ladies and gentlemen,
you know that’s not true,
but let’s pretend)
so we leave the counter
with dollars and sense
poured into paper cups.
Oh sweet macchiato; he loves,
and the creamy latte - I should
not, so over the days cappuccino,
olay! (My darling seldom drinks
coffee, but our sheets stay warm)

A preteen picks up her order
of eight cups. Her younger brother
is warming himself with a game.
She tells him, “Jeffrey, you idiot,
get over here!” He doesn’t budge.
Where are the adults - playing
games of their own? Oh buzz!

Café Al Bachio, you betcha!
Full steam ahead! Perfection!
Ordered out of bed on the high seas.
The Caribbean rocks us awake.

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