Long Hazelnuts Poems
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Follow the best crepe recipe
Make crepes and set aside
In a bowl soften dark chocolate
Butter
1 /2 cups butter
1/4 cup of sugar
3/4 cups of dark or white chocolate
2 egg yolks
1/4 heavy cream
2 tablespoons of vanilla
5 of best almond liquer
Add
2/3 cup shredded coconut
1/4 cup of toasted hazelnuts ( chopped fine)
3/4 dehydrated banana
1/2 cup of chopped carmel bits
1/4 cup of dehydrated strawberries
Mix with chocolate allow to stand at
room temperature.
Than mix with 1 1/2 cups of
Unsweetened heavy cream
Reserve 1-2 cups for garnish
Stuff crepes in desired fashion
Chill.....
Garnish with
Fresh strawberries
Raspberrys
Mint leaves
And sweetened whipped cream
And raspberry sauce
Serve with orange liguered coffee
Or bottle of champagne!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Enjoy!
Hi, my friends are size twos , I’m a fourteen
I can’t fit into their shoes, not even if I squeeze in
I blow my brain out in work outs
Spend my nights far off from refrigerator lights
Stock my dessert deserted cabinets with greens and fibres
And to morning oats at break of dawn,I make a solemn oath
To replace smiley pancakes with fruit salads
And have birthday cake decorated with low fat icing , hazelnuts and disgusting bread fruits, yuck!.
Skimming my way to a size thirteen
Slimming my way into a perfect black dress
But, what the hell?
Life is like a burning candle
Before the darkness overwhelms,
I’ll sit right across that cooling box and pick for myself a midnight snack
Cheers to that!, with a bar of chocolate
Sweet sweet sweet
It’s me, the chubby girl at size fifteen.
The squirrel council gathered
beneath the old oak tree,
debating this year’s acorn tax
with wild indignity.
Red Tail argued loudly
for equal stash for all,
while Gray Tail filibustered
by climbing up the trunk and stalling.
Chiptooth formed a committee
to count the winter stores,
but half the nuts went missing
before they reached the floor.
White Tail, the Treasurer (a clever one)
insisted on a vote~
but bribery with hazelnuts
kept everyone barking a troat.
Yet somehow, through the chaos,
a compromise was made:
each squirrel keeps their acorns
but must share one… someday.
And so the forest functions,
in its nut-based parliament~
a jittery, tail-flicking congress
forever in dissent.
friday 14, 2020
SHE SCRAMBLED EGGS ENOUGH TO FEED TWENTY PEOPLE
AND MADE ENOUGH TOAST TO FEED FIFTY.
HAM AND OYSTERS, AND STEAKS FOR FIFTY
AND SHE MADE BOTH BISCUITS AND ROLLS.
CUCUMBERS AND ENGLISH MUFFINS
AND THE JUICES OF ORANGES AND CUCUMBERS
WERE TO QUENCH THE THIRST OF THOSE
WHO DIDN'T WANT WATER, TEA OR COFFEE.
THIS BREAKFAST WAS FOR FRIENDS WHO WISH TO INSPIRE THEIR FRIENDS
TO FEEL LOVED AND FEEL AS IF
THEIR LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER COULD SUPPORT THEIR MARRIAGES.
DEVINE IS GOD
THAT THOSE WHO WISH TO LOVE
MIGHT MARRY IF THEY FEEL THEY
SHOULD HAVE NEED TO DO SO.
SIX TYPES OF CHOCOLATES
ALL IN THE FORM OF CAKE.
SWEET RICH BUTTERY CAKES
SOME WITH NUTS. SOME WITH BOURBON AND COFFEE.
SOME SERVED WITH STRAWBERRIES, OR COCONUT.
HAZELNUTS WERE MY FAVORITE.
THIS WITH ESPRESSO AND A SPOT OF RUM.
I DINED UPON THESE DELIGHTS ( SINGER PLAYED SONGS ON THE PIANO)
AND FAVORED THE THEME OF THE MORNING, THE DESSERTS USHERED IN LUNCH.
THE SANDWICHES WERE GRILL PANINI STYLED
WITH CHICKEN, PORK AND BEEF.
A LIGHT SALAD ACCOMPANIED THE MEAL, WITH A
APPLE ,CUCUMBER, STRAWBERRY ,GIN DRINK
SOME PLAYED CARDS, SUM PLAYED CHECKERS
AND SUM EVEN PLAYED CHESS.( SINGER SANG TWO SONGS WITH A CELLO,VIOLIN, BASSOON, BASS GUITAR,AND PIANO)
BY THE TIME SUMMER WAS SERVED
AT 3 I BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE HAD BEEN READY FOR
THAT SAVORY HEARTY MEAL. THE OFFERINGS WERE PLENTY.
WATER-MELONED SAUCED LAMB WITH ROSEMARY.
A STUFFED FISH DISH , AND A FALL OFF THE BONE TENDER BEEF ROAST
THAT WITH MASHED POTATOES AND GRAVY, GRILLED SQUASH AND TOMATOES, A CORNBREAD STUFFING, ROASTED ASPARAGUS WITH LEMONS AND PARMESAN
AND A CRAB AND MUSHROOM AND TURKEY DISH WITH CREAM SAUCE.
WE FOUND THE DAY TO BE ONE FOR LOVERS
SEVERAL PEOPLE CAME TO PARTY ALL DAY LONG.
DAY NIGHT WHEN THE OFFICIAL PARTY STARTED WE HAD TO REST, BEFORE OUR
10;00 O'CLOCK BEGINNING.
THEN WE SIPPED AND DANCED ALL NIGHT LONG.
SOMETHING ABOUT SPECIAL NIGHTS, TO MAKE THOSE
MORNINGS, AND EVENINGS COME TOGETHER.
WE HAD CANDY NIGHT AND WE KISSED SLOW DANCED
AND JAMMED ALL NIGHT TIL MORNING
WE STAYED AT THE HOTEL, AND SATURDAY MORNING WE WENT HORSES BACK RIDING AND THEN WENT HOME.
If I could be any place I have Lived
it would be back in dear Dar-es-Salaam
this is where I left my heart moons ago
a simple yet enthralling and lovely place
Everything one needs on the doorstep
exotic fruits filling the various trees
gay birds of multi colour singing so sweetly
the sparkling ocean just a hundred yards away
Instead I now live still in outstanding beauty
my house built in 1918 is sturdy and charming
it has served me and my family loyally and well
over the years I have turned it into a sheltered haven
My garden now a paradise for butterflies and birds
three ponds I have built within its serene bounds
full not of koi or carp just of sticklebacks and rudd
five species of newt now call them home and frogs galore
Very private which suits this old hermit so well
at the top of my back garden, a shady thirty year old oak
it was just a sprig of ten years when I planted it there
keeping it company a British Lime and a wonderful walnut
All of these I planted over 23 years ago some hazelnuts too
a most wondrous Bramley apple tree always so bountiful
so much more besides to delight my eyes as I potter around
taking pause I reflect on other homes and decide that here
Here in this place I have all and more that I could ever want
that my life is happy and settled and so much inspiration
surrounds me, my grown children close to hand and many friends
who I would sadly miss. This place here and now I know and love
written 09/15/2013
Contest Know Your Place
I came to see you at the remodeled hospital
there were bright tiles, statuary Marys, and assorted saints
"full code" was on the door.
We talked about your eventual escape and some summer plans
Now ,I am informed by curt text that there is a DNR with "comfort care,"
and no further attempts at treatment.
Too much oxygen for home or nursing home, a quick move to hospice across the road.
I kind of knew when the nurse's eyes slid over you and
the live plant I brought in the optimism of the early part of the week
was jammed in a light-less corner- I set it back on your tray.
You showed me that the nurses no longer came running when you took off your mask- the machine readout was dimmed and the alarms no longer blared.
You want to be sure that I plant hazelnuts,
and build a bomb or storm shelter, you know someone with a backhoe...
"Jesus lives on the 4th plane, you know", you tossed out to engage me
"...but there are other planes..." a gasp and the mask back on.
Your sister quickly interjects that I need to find "someone" to talk to you about this, someone who is interested.
I will talk to you about Jesus, and argue for his placement in the 6th plane
to see those blue eyes twinkle over the mask.
I will plant hazelnuts, I affirm, and look into the backhoe.
I see you, and I will see you around, my friend.
For Mike M.
“The I’ll Dance” was the father of a Mine’s good family friend.
In the main festivities of Navalmanzano, Segovia
And its pilgrimages
He did not dare to ask the girls to dance
Afraid that everyone would give him pumpkins.
-The mowers are coming
The housewives are coming
And the young women who came from Segovia and Madrid
They have gone to Mass.
-Dance “I’ll dance”.
-I don’t dance.
I have come to the pilgrimage not to dance
But to see the patting dance.
-Look, that girl you like
She has lost her headband.
-If she has lost the headband, let her lose it
It won't make me sad.
Besides, what less can a woman lose
In the dance?
I'll dance, you're afraid of falling in love
And let a female tell you that she loves you
And finally forget you.
-You are right; I fear climbing from her with her
She uphill, and down to the plain
To play with our sexes
Under the hazelnuts.
-But, that female you like
You can forget it now
Well, Secretary Melitón has passed through her
The local fool
And an outsider with a gift.
-With who?
-Yes, that gentleman from Haro, La Rioja
With whom she had a son
Born in the field.
-But, although I like happiness
Of that badly broken ass
I do not dance; another day i’ll dance
Knowing that loves and pains
Take away sleep
I, since I don't have these
I rest and sleep.
It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?
I can taste my breath behind this mask
The sweet bitterness of cold brew and hazelnuts
As I run out to replenish my dwindling stock
And the masses cast their breath about
As what feels like the ninth Once-in-a-Lifetime event draws on
I amble about in the dreamscape that must bind me
It'd be too much to admit the virus won
And the base emotion of humanity is selfishness
It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?
Time to break the set down, that's a wrap
As I haul hundred-pound bags of gear down the stairs
Job well done, let's get a beer
But the celery with these wings is limp and pale
It had to be a dream, of course
A fairytale ending for a fairytale meeting?
It just wasn't to be, and thus the last time I packed our gear
Was the last time I packed our gear
It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?
"Do no harm," your oath declares
But where does that responsibility end?
An infantile dream for an infantile mind
How often do you remember your patients?
Thousands, if not tens of thousands
Must pass your eyes in the blink of an eye
If the son of a soldier died when you turned away
Would it even be vaguely your fault?
It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?
That spring would be nostalgic if it wasn't so bloody
Slaughtered dreams lay at our feet, nascent and raw
The setting sun had never felt that way before
As a dying honeybee foreshadowed the months to come
"I'll make it past this."
"There's something at the end of this tunnel."
"It'll all be worth it in the end."
"I can't give up here."
It's been an odd dream, hasn't it?
Good morning.
It's time to wake up.
Bad dreams again?
Get back in touch with your doctor, it's happening more often.
What did I gain by dreaming?
What would I have missed taking that plunge that day?
Are three video games and poverty wages all that can be mustered?
What stands to be lost returning to the skyline view seven years ago?
And what's to be lost finally seeing the view from halfway down?
Good morning.
Auf Wiedersehn
Well here at last it's party time,in shorts and dirndl dress.
Excitedly we travelled to the fest, a night of pleasure lay ahead.
We knew from past experience, don't quaff, just savour beers.
Imbibing Munichs drinks too fast, could mar the atmosphere.
Laughter brings bonhomie, as old and new friends speak.
Let's raise our beer steins in a toast.for now the show begins.
People waving, singing loudly, while rocking to the beat.
And all around the milling crowds, now dancing in the streets.
Revelry with devilry, as young boys whistle, girls in short skirts coyly blushing.
Talking heads surround our table, animated arms translating.
Yesterday a bunch of strangers, today as friends sharing together.
Listen to the sound of lilting voices, melodies from different tongues.
Inviting us each night to join them, mixing beers and singing songs.
Kindred spirits everyone, together dancing on the benches.
Enjoying each and every moment, with an ice cold stein of beer.
Trying tasty tendeloin of pork, delicious with sweet mustard crust.
Ham wrapped-figs and hazelnuts, with drinks of cool spring bottled water.
Each time the band strikes up-Ein Prosit, all and sundry stands to toast.
Rebel rousing, crowds carousing, dancers dirndl skirts are swirling.
Entertaining energetic, party poopers paralytic.
Stomping feet and clapping hands, embarrassing each waitress serving beer.
No one even seems to care,they carry on with gay abandon.
Overacting then distracting, when outside and breathe fresh air.
Time to eat potato pancakes,refreshed by water keeping sober.
Once more, let's party, here we go, prancing to an oom-pah band.
Musicians wearing lederhosen, people stomping feet and slapping thighs.
Oktober Fest in frenzied celebration, cavorting couples holding hands.
Running wildly round each table, urging all to take the floor.
Rejuvenated, rock and rollers, overcoming mixed emotions.
Once more before auf wiedersehn, let's dance the night away, and
We will party like there's no tomorrow.
11 / 5 / 2016.
Oh man, oh stupid moron twerp,
how could you be so bigoted and intolerant?
For I too saw her every blessed night
dancing in the glade, a youthful dance,
moon rays shining through dark boughs,
as she pirouetted, unshod and skimpily dressed,
deep in the dark green forest,
where no song birds trilled.
She delighted in her freedom,
she asked no one for help,
her food was all that she could find,
from the hedges and the trees.
Wild apples, uncultivated mushrooms,
yummy blackberries, cranberries and hazelnuts,
all depending on the season.
And although emaciated, she was strong,
dancing to the moon, in a silent interlude.
Until some idiot decided she was mad,
others agreed, and in an asylum she was sent:
Only to die. Oh stupid feathered brained man!