Long Mayo Poems
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The early morning sunrise jam
toast, scrambled eggs and ham,
a cup of coffee darkest brew
at the table just me and you.
News and static on the television screen
a glass of orange juice glance the blue sky scene
greetings for the brilliant light of day
as the hours of our years begin to slip away.
A brief lunch just passed noon
a bowl of soup and sandwich hewn
of BLT with mayo spread
as we wait upon the evening ahead.
Just another dinner early in the evening perceived
as pots and pans and dinner plates retrieve
the snacks and treats at the approach of night
super smells and tasty delights.
So glad you cook and prep the meals
my lack of expertise is surreal
and with every bite, I partake in sweet or tart
you are the chef, the cooker of my heart.
Cornucopia Cooking Contest 7/22/19
Chantelle Anne Cooke
Justice is blind and sleeping,
Lady Liberty is weeping;
We are lying to ourselves
about the state of our society;
Lurking like an ugly word
broadcasted upon a neon sign,
saying ‘Are you sure it’s safe for you?
The people there are all Black.’
Under the guise of inclusion
May the fifth can’t sound Mexicano
‘Be careful with this party,
it can’t be called ‘Cinco de Mayo’.
Lingering like a broken refrain,
We’re really all faking;
Oh, we call it ‘Mediterranean’
we can’t say Afghan,Iraqi or Iranian;
The country is reeling;
Every single one of us bleeding,
to show each other we are all the same.
Park of unfenced wildness
densely packed in light infused summer
city folk beat paths of free spirited essence
park pigeons squat, survey seniors
in the grip of Tai Chi
to seize a different footing
orchestrated movement
Pigeons in an uncertain watch
wait
anticipating
trusting park folk to feed them
then launch in a flap fury of wings and cooing
to seniors' arms extended, open palms
Tai Chi posing
a tableau of food (mis-read)
open handed offerings?
absent
bird swarmed,
seniors shriek as in a Hitchcock film
their eroded routine
wellness check thwarted
push back 'gainst a flock,
shadowboxing the open air
seniors scatter
take flight in leaps fearful like space walk wandering
re-kindled voltage like lost sex energy lit
spectacle, in bird-winged fear
when movement's no longer the quiet order
we control
Poems composed July 13/2022
She who rest me
Might I labor
To understand
Her evilness
That she mocks
My beliefs
66 burgers grilled rare ( mixture of chuck and brisket)
66 fried fish fillets battered and fried
Onion and currant spread for burger
Cucumber and relish tater sauce for the fish
Cheese spread for burgers
2 cups of swiss
2 cups of pepper jack
1 teaspoon of mc cormicks
Season all
2/3 cream cheese
1/4 mayo
1/4 parmesan cheese
1 cup of butter
4 tablespoons of buttermilk cultures
2 tablespoons of crown royal
1/4 dehydrated onions
3 tablespoons of crushed garlic
Mix and spread on buns and toast brown
.....
The mixture is same for the
fish ( minus crown royal)
add 1/4 diced cucumber
1/4 of lime juice 2 tablespoons
Of gin and 1 tablespoon of
Lemon zest
Spread the bread and toast.....
Beef relish
2 1/2cups of caramelized onion
1/4 cup of carmilized garlic
1/4 cup of apricot jam
3 tablespoons bbq sauce
2 tablespoons of worishire sauce
3 tablespoons of diced candied ginger
1/4 cup of minced golden raissins
4 tablespoons of beer
Cerley salt to taste
Cook until beer taste mixes smooth with the onion
Fish tarters sauce
2 cups of mayo
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of lime juice
1/3 of cream cheese
3 tablespoons of gin
1/4 of diced cucumber
1/2 cup of sweet relish
Clean cut and fry 14 pounds of
Potatoes either
French fried or home fried
In an over warmover burgers until
Medium well
And
Well done
Bacon
Lettuce
Tomato
Choices
There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich
What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any cheese
Whether to have sprouts or not
Whether to have a pickle or not
Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
And something sandwich
I loved peanut butter sandwiches
As a kid
Peanut butter and sweat pickles were my favorite
Peanut butter and banana is good also
Peanut butter and strawberry jam
What a delightful memory
My current favorite
Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles?
Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half
Avocado one half per each half
One half pickle on each half
Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
Sprouts and lettuce just right
Timamook Yellow smoked cheder cheese
On each half
On Gluten Free bread
with chipotle mayo
And Dijon mustard
Cut in half
Truly a sandwich made in heaven
And bacon makes everything
Taste so damn nice
And God if you are reading this poem
You had better prepare them for me
Or Heaven will not be worth it
Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
I wonder
Probably not
Probably you become the bacon
In his hell sandwiches
published in Duane's Poetree
. Cheesus Say cheese
. Medium rarely The last sesame
. Bun up and done Patty pending
. Cowabunga Grate expectations
. Grate escape Bunbelievable
. The great Bunknown Curl up and fry
. Bun voyage Patty wagon
. A Bun too far Bun intended
. Pickle me up Muenster mash
. Burger me up The last Bun
. Bun there, done that Burger queen
. The Bun also rises For whom the Bun tolls
. BURGER
. Mustard up some courage Bill the Griller
. Much ado about muffin A farewell to fries
. Bun voyage BLT me be buddy
. Pickle me this Bun for money
. The Bun identity The grill seeker
. Burger me up The beef fore
. Bun in a million The last Bun
. Grill or be grilled Relish the moment
. Grate expectations Ketchup if you can
. Lettuce meat again Bun for the money
. Cheddar late than never Lettuce entertain you
. Mustard up some courage Mayo the force be with you
. Cheddar luck next time Lord of the fries
. Nacho average burger Relish the thought
Tires rang against the road in my eyes
The grinding of whetted knives
Tinnitus rings in my teeth
Threats are thought, silently
Back sores scream and swamp
Ass creeps through the carseat
In the beauty of County Mayo
I am it's tourist blemish
This trip was a supposed celebration
A turning of a page, a grasping of roots
Some sort of self discovery but I
Have always known myself
It rained at the peak of Eask Tower
The hag I feared had lived there
Stayed slumbering, or may be waiting
To follow me back to America, plotting
Stepping past the scattered sheep
Stumbling down muddied emerald hills
I was baptized in the petrichor
Wandering my way back to Dingle
Confronting my disharmony led
To a roundabout road to Bray
Climbing the crucifix hill to escape dread
As every life lived is just a single day
saltease slaw
1 cup of dried cranberries
1 cup of diced cucumber (shredded)
2 cups of grannie smith apples (Shredded)
2 cups of shredded cabbage
1/4 cup of avocdo crushed
1/4 cup of sesame seed oil
1 cup of sour cream
1 cup of mayo/ salad dressing
1/4 cup of honey
1/4 cup of apple cider vinegar
1 tablespoon of cayenne
1 teaspoon of dried mint
2 tablespoons of orange zest
3/4 cup of sunflower seeds
amore-patty
2 pounds of grounded pork/ lamb lettuce
2 tablespoons of garlic powder tomato
mozzorilla cheese
marinara sauce
1 teaspoon of paprika
3 tablespoons of dried basil
3 tablespoons of dried oregano
5 tablespoons of parmesean cheese
5 tablespoons of sun dried tomato
1 T celery seeds
3 tablespoons of Habana peppers
1/2 cup of green onions chopped
1 tablespoons of crushed garlic
1 tablespoon of salt
(mix and pan fry in oven)
toast Italian rolls, with garlic bread spread)
9 bake potatoes ( cut julinne slices)
preheat about a half gallon of oil
deep fat fry potatoes until golden brown
salt and serve with pork and slaw
and serve with a glass of
gamms water
3 cups of lemonade
2 cups of gin
1 cup of purred watermelon
1/4 whiskey
2 cups of brewed strong tea
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steamed bread
4 cups of cooked rice
white rice
cooled
put into a food processer and blend smooth
add 2-21/2 cup of sifted flour
11/2 cups to21/2 cups of milk
1 egg 2 Tablespoons of sugar
3talbespoons of shortening
1 package of quick rising yeast
blend to create a ball in processor.
remove place in a bowl with a towel
let proof for about an hour
once the mixture has doubled in size flour a work surface and knead until elastic
roll into a square or rectangular shape measure
and cut form balls
in a muffin pan (oiled)
place three balls to one tin
cover again and allow to double in size
steam in a Bay-marie or steamer. or bake
serve with specail meat or enjoy by themselves.
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4 pound beef belly
in a bowl mix salt pepper celery salt
onion powder,garlic powder,2/3 cup of
granulated brown sugar,1 teaspoon of cayenne
and 1 Tablespoon of McCormicks seasoning
mix and set aside
in a bowl mix
5 Tablespoons of mayo
2 Tablespoon of Vinegar
1/2 horseradish
1/4 cup of lemon juice
2 T of Worcestershire
3 Tablespoon of Crown Royal
mix well and cover beef
sprinkle the brown sugar mixture
in a pan place beef
3 sliced bell peppers
2 sliced onions
5 chopped carrots
1/4 chopped celery
1 halved garlic bulb
12 small potatoes
3 cups of water
cover with foil
and bake at 350 degrees for 2 hours or until tender
make gravy and serve with rice rolls
I walked past my pantry
Late one Friday night
To the sounds of what appeared to be
The goings on of a party inside
I grabbed a hold the latches
Swung wide open the door
With absolutely no earthly idea
Of what was soon in store
Colorful lights were flashing
Somewhere in the back
I moved aside the ketchup and mayo
To see where it was at
I took out the pickles and saltine's
So I could better see
What all the commotion was inside
Of my food pantry
That's when I saw the flashing lights
Inside the jar of Nutella
I picked it up right away
Me being a some what curious fella
As I held it at eye level
It vibrated in my hands
In what felt like a driving rhythm
From a 70's Disco band
Can't say I wasn't nervous
As I loosened up the lid
No telling what was going on inside
What dangers lay ahead
With both hands slightly shaking
I removed the rounded top
There was a party in the making
And it was going on non stop
The Nutella had it's boogie on
Or if you prefer, it's groove
Whatever you wish to call it
A party was the mood
There was a strobe light and confetti
Even a tiny Disco ball
As I gazed over the edge of the jar
I saw banners wall to wall
I guess you could say Nutella
Is quite the party treat
That may cost you at the grocery store
But once home the cover charge is free