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Pound a turkey breast thin and flat.
in a bowl mix 2 cups of cooked rice.
2 cups of shredded cheese
1 link of cooked sausage minced
2 cloves of garlic
2/3 cups of chopped onion
1/4 cup of cilantro
1/4 cup of lemon juuice
2 teaspoons of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of fish stock
1&1/2 cup of chopped or pureed shrimp
mix well and place in a piping bag.
filling in the center of the turkey breast.
roll to seal both sides using a double dip method
flour and eggwash and coat with panko.
deep fry in a mixture of olive oil and veggie oil.
cook golden and remove
bake for 35 minutes or until done.
serve with a cheesy grits and a veggie stir fry.
Rendition of Punt de Vistor.
On the island of Papua the flutes are larger then those here on the mainland.
she spoke from behind the Idiophones a traditional instrument of this Beautiful place.
abecedarian poem
The fudge! The fudge!
A mnemonic device
some good acronyms to
remember for the clefs
Early: Gregarious:Blissfull Days Fatuous
Equivocate Garrulous Bouis Dampen Fervor
Egotistical Gaffe Balafon De-esser Fortissimo
abstract or impersonal information Vandoren
spoke the reed-member.
The fudge: the fudge 'The fudge!
Lady what are you talking about:
I hunger; in deeds I do!
egg;grits;bacon;Daikon: Fudge!
The fudge! the Fudge The Fudge!
Exotic:Gracful:Boxum:Devotion: Flirtatious
These are some acronyms!
Eating Green Bok choy Discorages Farts
eating feta bought Dence farts
Electronic Drums: Ground :Bees: disperse: Fiddlers
Eager: Gizzers:Bizzentine's:Dungeoneers:Fancy
Eager:Glammers:Bet:Down:Folly
Either:Gerund,Beat;Dark-match: first
Every:Grappler:Brings:Dirty-finsh:
Edakka.Gandingan,Bassoon:didgeridoo:Flageolet!
Cracker Barrel — always a favorite.
Not my first choice today, but
we go where the grandkids go.
Warming my hands with coffee cup
...waiting...tap, tap...for the follow up.
I wonder if the waitress was in charge today…
Like an arcade ball, literally bouncing off
coworkers, aimless, goofy talk…
Our table, likewise, discordant —
not quite catching the right tune.
An unfamiliar waitress, all over
my granddaughter with hugs —
back off, lady...phew
The orchestrated mess came in due time,
like a thanksgiving dinner, where we wait for hours.
So glad my family didn’t throw a fuss. We were all
hungry, but not...starving.
Our lackadaisical fare showed up with lackluster.
dishwater hash browns, soupy grits. But the
plateful of biscuits, were honestly delicious,
as was the one french fry I borrowed from
my granddaughter’s plate.
So breakfast lacked perfection and some emotional
digestion at the table, but still any day...any day
with my grands is a perfect kind of day,
because I love them so…
11/26/2017
-----------------Outdoor Shower
Under ancient oaks
golden bamboo reaches up
full moon sweet jasmine
GINSU-KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE
There is a beautiful Old Town in North Florida with 4 seasons.
I havent seen snow there yet , but have heard stories.
Way down upon a big old river, made famous in song.
A Gulf breeze stirs up salty dreams. Shrimps , oysters.
Swamp cabbage and fried mullet are on the table. Grits,
collard greens and Mamas Cat Head biscuits. Cane syrup too.
Sweet tea in our glasses.
Rocking chairs await.
Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest
Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust
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Slumber unwinds within crinkled cellophane,
Enigmatic visions come to life and sustain.
Geometrical shapes skin to pyramids, expand,
Cruising fairies sing through shimmering sand.
Hey, Captain! Ferry sails across any hurdle,
A searing streak splits the sky as a starved squirrel.
A prize is won, dock shuts, and crowds cheer,
At night, memories of you come back so near.
Delicate spiderwebs hang as stars in the sky,
Mozart hands waltz ivory piano keys sigh.
Galaxy emits a lambent, milky-white light,
Tapestry Highways sails by my a quilted sight.
A cosmic queen embarks on a cynosure journey,
Slicing over a glistening ocean during night mercy.
Colorful pathways in the sky are formed by sea swirls,
Mermaids glide fluffy waves of glistening pearls.
Behold a sturdy sail, a tough and bold ship, oh heart!
As bleak as the gnomes at dawn, it's time to depart!
On deck, the skipper is fierce and red-dripping,
Meanwhile, my soul lingers in frigid buds snipping.
Captain! Rise and hear chimes; to you, a flag raised,
You gained fights and flights, and doves amazed.
The ship has sailed safely and fulfilled its voyage,
He gulped distance, sea, time, and buoyage.
It was a time of jubilation and feelings of love,
During spell hour, they shone brightly from above.
Dived in the chaotic bliss of love, this waned,
In a misty past, the spirit soared and stained.
Rivers rush down slopes, and peaks loom tall,
Rafters ride via waterfalls as bridges never fall.
Deer graze in fields, and craftsmen, work away,
Sweets and meals sizzle on burner, made to stay.
Chili, pasta, beans, and maize are all we need,
The Alpine guy eats grits, Angus, and meat, indeed.
Riders hold on tight with flying manes and fish dives,
West Virginia alpine star twinkles and jives.
She rose each day to roll the dough,
by 5:00 AM, she served.
Her apron tight around her waist,
Her heart ne'er seemed unnerved.
Eggs and bacon, sausage and grits,
the fare always the same.
She sipped her coffee. Spied her man,
still dark, before sunrise came.
Finished, he rose. Donned his cap
and kissed her on the cheek.
He knew his strength came from her.
Though quiet, she's ne'er meek.
Pat her on the fanny,
and praise her for the meal.
He'd saunter down those old back steps,
another day to kill.
She'd sit a while, and think to herself
a mom with kids to tend.
That soon would be time for them to rise,
then she'd do it all again.
Who gauge a crown with stars at its edge,
and fathom hollows beleaguered trails.
An unmarked course decorates the pledge,
may tether the ring that brinks its ledge,
the faithful choose sky-map to lead sails.
Instruments and gadgets beg a touch,
there's more to be that makes a wonder,
this and that may serve their purpose much,
the dream remains lest they'll be nonesuch,
let strength soar and the weak go under.
No small outcome affects such a trend,
for the passage takes time that will cost,
as novel concerns promptly descend,
who'll be the wiser, a fool ascend,
impulsive predicaments, claims lost.
Star jumpers uses time just because,
the relevance bears no consequence,
... till, time travel--worthy for a pause,
redo's and reviews, for errs, check flaws,
back to Plan A, ... but, ... add the sixth sense.
Unexplored regions challenge like bees,
too soon to choose a risk you will lose,
time's created for necessities,
prompts none to favor to win with ease,
cast a world less one constant amuse.
Harmony soothes what tragedy flits,
the ancient mariner in full spring,
a starry heaven affairs true grits,
ample weighs a voyage chart by wits,
the wellspring flows free -- if anything ...
Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead
Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans
The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun Queen of the Gulf
Where the real money is unfolding
And a thousand green bucks is small stuff
Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans
The big paddle wheel keeps on churning
Black coal keeps that steam boiler humming
Noxious fumes from the smokestack blowing
Nightlife on Bourbon Street is jumping
Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans
Cathedral spires standing very tall
Off Canal, near downtown Bourbon Street
Near a hotel by a shopping mall
Where folk are getting some daytime sleep
Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans
They wait for night, ‘til just after dark,
To find the places of blues, jazz, and rap
A swamp of raunchy acts, joints, and bars
Folk can get caught like mice in a trap
Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans
Allow me the opportunity to acquaint you with a few particulars regarding the background to our story and place the principals securely in the context of the setting in which we take our sojourn with them. Our story begins once upon a Mardi Gras, in a mythical city where time and space maintain a tenuous truce, and logic figures into no part of the alliance. In that city, there lived a happy family that answered to the name of Babineaux. The Babineaux family lived in a tidy little flat on the corner of Iberville and Dauphine, just a few blocks from Jean Lafitte National Historical Park and Preserve. It is a historic neighborhood.
Algebra Babineaux, the mother, had been a schoolteacher on a Choctaw reservation in Oklahoma before she married Papa, whom she met while visiting relatives in Quebec. They moved to New Orleans after inheriting a small shop in the French Quarter from a benevolent relative. Algebra Babineaux is reverent. She sings grace every morning at breakfast while the family holds hands around the kitchen table, "The Lord is good to me, and so I thank the Lord for giving me the things I need, the sun, the rain and the apple seed. The Lord is good to me."
Algebra Babineaux also possesses a firm belief in the sanctity of justice. Her motto is, 'keep the faith.' She’s a country girl who likes her grits thick. Her belief in the rule of law is so strong, she makes it a point to always butter everyone’s breakfast toast on both sides so that if a slice might accidentally drop to the floor, there’d be no possible chance of violating the Tumbling Toast Corollary to Murphy’s Law.
As a young child
breakfast time was my favorite time of day
Mommy hovered over the flaming stove
as she sizzled a bundle of my favorite meals
tuna, corn beef, sardines , and steamed sausages
served with a side of white grits
dashed with warm butter as gold as a coin
I sat at the table and gobbled down the meal
like a contestant in a pie eating contest!
Fast forward to the present day
as I matured into adulthood
I no longer have the craving desire
for this type of cuisine,
eating grits now gives me
the feeling of indigestion
forcing my stomach to spew it out
like lava from an erupting volcano!
Now I just stick to enjoying
a cup of brewing decaf coffee as hot as the desert
with sprinkles of succulent sugary powder
and a bowl of chicken souse seasoned in high sour lime
and bird peppers as spicy as chili
with light floured coconut Johnny cake!