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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.
Fifteen years past
love swung down
from its candy-apple tree
and took hold of us both
by each ankle.
You wore high heels
like Cinderella,
they were uncomfortable
but were bedroom perfect.
The hotel was nothing fancy,
just glitzy enough.
Fifteen years on we are still alive,
old folks sickness notwithstanding,
all perfectly situated near
a local Hospital.
Fifteen years from here
we may be moderately wealthy.
I have seen the ‘moderately wealthy’
they often are not so ideal,
but
their financial cushions
are perfect.
Maybe we will be divorced or dead,
perhaps not even nearly wealthy;
our worn out cushions
wearing thin.
Every once in a while
perfection,
like a circle
comes back again to fluff-up
our hopes.
It’s good to be here
getting on each other’s nerves.
I mean if we were not here being so perfect
we might as well be at Walmart shopping for shoes
or something -
I dunno.
Canada Jays
Four seasons ‘round, Canada jays are found,
Perched in tree branches, safe and sound,
Resting after flying throughout the North,
In the Canadian boreal forests.
Heard and not seen unless it’s their intention
To disturb the silence, making known their presence
By confronting intruders in the area
With shrill barking, expressing displeasure.
Their shaded greys of feathery plumage bests
Darker on the back, with lighter puffed breasts.
On a round head adorns a snow-capped crown,
Endowed with dark eyes and a sharp, short, pointed bill.
They have feet equipped with talons to grip the limb tight,
While long, white-tipped tail feathers fan in flight,
Which serves the robin-sized creature well in this climate
And adapts the songbird to its environment.
Then, it’s off scavenging, preparing for winter
In territories established by mating pairs,
Who swish food in their mouths to coat it with saliva,
Ensuring successful seasonal survival
By hiding the sticky boluses in trees
And memorizing the local scenery,
As marauding eyes spy on the jays’ commotions
To steal morsels from the clandestine caches.
During cold weather, they fluff up their feathers
To stay warm and hide their feet from exposure
And twist their necks to tuck in their beaks
Under the wing flap joint to maintain body heat.
Sometimes, they snuggle for companionship
And share warmth during winter hardships.
The birds, confirming whispers to their mate for life,
Find comfort in their labours, making it worthwhile.
In early spring, when the air is cold and the snow deep,
The male selects the south side of the tree for a nest site for the sun’s heat,
Building the nest with dead twigs, bark strips, and lichens,
With caterpillar cocoons for reinforcement.
The cup is feather-lined for the female to lay,
Who does not leave the clutch until the eggs are hatched.
The male feeds her throughout the incubation period,
Then she joins him in the raising of their offspring.
Waddle with me in a downpour of rain
Singing in a symphonious refrain
Jumping in puddles, splashing everyone
Simply because we will have lots of fun.
We'll fluff up our feathers, inhale fresh air
Twist and shake until we have no breath there
Because we are smarties, we have it cracked
And expertly do a ducky class act.
One two and then quack, one two and then splash
Allow alluring eyelashes to flash
Look to the left and then look to the right
Dancing and prancing from morning to night.
Then we can dream elating ducky dreams
In the wondrous world of fantasy themes
Arriving there, surely one can't do wrong
Waddling to the tune of a ducky song.
A winter wonder
outside my window
of pure pristine snow
the ground painted white
meets . . . a white-gray sky
The birds fluff up
their snow feathers
holding . . . branches
~ ~ tweeting a song ~~
Now, snowflakes,
are . . . . drifting
soft ** they * fall **
Oh yes
I love ~
snow!
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January 6, 2021
Poetry/Diminished Hexaverse/Winter Wonderland
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1318-975-06
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Diminished Hexaverse
sponsor, Caren Krutsinger, Judged 01/22/2021
First Place
I had steered at that microscope all night
in awe!Keeping focus doing something
that had never been done and something
that had no advice or guidelines.This is
where the note keeping course comes in handy.
Primary the current since of off the tracks
management. Which methods and means
of one's Consent to which
in interoperations to prevent unethical studies.
each palette is different
who's mouth is contracted to
the alliance of people.
Where the voluntary consent allows
chefs to cook and have pundits offer options.
Because she used a lime and fish combination
which olive oil, hot peppers and pork to
make her sausage the sponsors of
the event made those who were available to offer advice
sign contracts that allowed both question and answer
to be property of the recipe create and it's sponsor.
4 cups of cooked turnips
1/2 cup of melted butter
1 cup of cream cheese
1 cup of flour
1 cup of bacon
1/4 cup of caramelized garlic
2/3 caramelized onions.
1/4 cup of chives
1 cup of onion
1 cup of chopped golden raisins
1/4 cup of cognac
nutmeg and ground ginger
mix well
mix 6 egg yolks into the mixture
fluff-up 6 egg whites
and make merenquine.
They madeBasil,Garlic Spinach and dried Tomato chicken and Pork Sausage. To the delight of hundreds of Peoplez!
A string of starlings strung out on a wire,
over a road bridge
above a freeway.
It's cold, it is sleeting,
its November.
The line hums,
I can't hear the hum,
but the birds can,
they fluff up stiff feathers
they cling to that warm sound,
they listen,
their tightly gripped claws
listen as thin boned legs
ever so slightly
vibrate
to that nonexistent heat source.
The sky continues to howl around them.
Oddly,
strangely,
they may survive -
hard to know for sure.
An hour later, driving back
the starlings are still on the line.
Don't know if any dropped dead
I didn't count them before.
In my head an old vinyl record
plays Glen Campell.
I am a blue Swallow. I was born in the late summer, and
my parents taught me everything they could before leaving
me to fend for myself. I spent all autumn gathering food and
hiding it in a thousand places ... I have a good memory !
Oh, winter, winter all the time! Will, you ever end? Each day is
a struggle, so many days with snow falling, winds blowing and
freezing temperatures. I have grown dense and downy feathers
and can drop my body temperature. Shivering keeps me warm !
I like to cuddle and roost with my bird friends on a tree branch
being close keeps us warm and we like to pull up our feet, one
at a time, and I am good at finding warm places to sleep at night
like a tree cavity, any gap, nook or a house eave will do nicely !
I love how some nice humans put out feeders in the winter,
filling them with tasty seeds, and hanging suet from branches
even leaving warm water for washing, and even some leave
bird boxes where many of us set up a warm cozy winter home !
Oh, when will winter be leaving and spring coming please
I long for the sun to start melting the cold winter snow and ice
the trees will start to groan and creak as they come alive
and when I am sleeping ... I dream of beautiful things to come !
On a sunny branch I fluff up my feather and preen myself
I feel a change and I am gaily singing a song of happiness
for spring is here and it won't be long till all is lush green
I survived because I prevailed though I weigh only ounces !
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January 24, 2023
Poetry/Personification/A Swallow's Winter View
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1519-918-24
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Winter Is Not Forever
sponsor, BJ Legros Kelley, Judged 02/19/2023
Second Place
Worrisome male pattern baldness
never recedes from forefront of mine noggin.
Though loss of hair
NOT characteristic within genes,
nor hearty chromosomes,
nevertheless, anxiety prevails,
that yours truly will witness bald pate.
Additionally his mood directly
linkedin with plethora of irrational notions,
whereby such groundless, mindless, rootless...
senseless thoughts underlie and sway moody blues
of super tramping fo fighting beastie boy.
After richly lathering and
thoroughly massaging aging scalp
constituting head property one very familiar
long haired pencil necked geek,
I subsequently rinse out shampoo
and proceed to shake out matted hair
back and forth to and fro
(think whiplash) goes sodden crown
even thee missus coon sitters me a freak.
In the mane, I seek to emulate a puff (fee) daddy,
(albeit with spindleshanks for legs),
the laughing stock of mankind,
no more muscular since being a wee little laddie.
Euphoria and joie de vivre harkened
likened to when angels sing
nsync with me, a yankee doodle dandy
IF freshly washed golden locks
fluff up like cotton candy
other disgruntlement arises
spurring yours truly to drown sorrows
courtesy one hundred proof brandy.