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none of the McCormicks knew which insect had made the crying sounds
odd since usually every McCormick is an expert about thirty-nine things
I know because my mother and her sixty-two sisters are all McCormicks
Some of the McCormicks do not bother to marry, cannot find ample fodder.
Is this ample enough? Cousin Lewt asked, dragging a McCormick home.
Isn’t he your cousin? Asked sixteen McCormicks. I sat quietly for once.
Wanting to see another beat down or put down at a McCormick reunion.
Daddy, who was a Stone gave me a wink; he was feeling smug too.
The Stone reunion is famous for brawls, fights, and police reports.
PS spoiler alert, the crying sounds were noises from a long-horned beetle.
Played on the accordion located between her front and back legs.
Even I with my magnificent imagination, cannot make this crap up.
I love your acsent' it makes me want to kiss you!
16 fillet catfish/ or seabass
1/4 cup of McCormick seasoning
2 Tablespoons of garlic powder
2 Tablespoons of onion powder
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
mix well and set aside
1/2 cup of olive oil
1/2 melted butter
1/4 cup lime juice
coat both sides of each fillet with oil and butter
sprinkle seasoning atop
bake in a 350 degree oven until fish are flakey and done
8 cups of cooked cous cous( soaked in 1 cup of buttermilk)
3 cups of goats cheese
2 cups of heavy cream
2 cups of béchamel sauce
1/2 melted butter
1/2 cup of fresh chives
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 cup of oven roasted turkey bacon ( cook into bits)
1/3 cup of diced fine green peppers (sautéed)
1/3 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
12/3 saute'd onion
1 & 1/2 cup of white cheddar
2 tablespoons of red pepper flakes
combine ingredients and bake for 25 minutes
slice fillets from a leg of lamb
about twenty slices
salt and pepper
grill (medium rare)
in a pan combine
1/3 cup of beef broth
1 cup of pomegranate juice
1/4 cup of honey
1/4 cup of lime juice
5 tablespoons of chopped rosemary
3 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1/3 cup of sweet red wine
1 cup of unsalted pistachios
reduce sauce about half
add lamb and serve
FOR DESSERT
5 CUPS OF BROWNIE MIXED ( MIXED USING BOX RECIPE)
4 CUPS OF ANGEL FOOD ( USING BOX RECIPE)
24 DOLLOPS OF CREAM CHEESE
IN A GREASED NON-STICK MUFFIN PAN, SPOON IN TWO TABLE SPOONS OF BROWNIE MIX
AND LAYER IT WITH THE ANGEL FOOD MIX, (ABOUT 2 TABLESPOONS)
HALFWAY FULL ADD CREAM CHEESE
COVER WITH BROWNIE AND ANGEL FOOD MIX
BAKE UNTIL DONE, USING A TOOTH PICK TO CHECK
COOL MUFFINS, TOP WITH FAVORITE FROSTING AND SERVE
IN
WE BASSOON'D THE FOOD WAS DONE: SO WE ATE IT!
WE DRUMMED AND OBO'D THRU THE NIGHT
ASSUMING WE WOODWIND: WE DID!
WE DID !
an elk rib rack frenched
pinot noir
garlic
slab bacon
pearl onions
tomato paste
mushrooms
celery
red bell pepper
cayeene pepper
thyme bay leaves
carrots
brown all edges of the elk in olive oil
allow to cool
add wine and salt
Mccormick seasoning
all to marinade for three hours
in a dutch oven
add oilve oil 5 T.
cook bacon !/2done
(1/2 raw add lastly)
sautee carrots, celery,
red bell pepper
add mushrooms and
remove from heat
and add the rib roast
pour in wine
add one cup of water
pearl onions
thyme and bay leaves
add tomato paste
season with more McCormick's
cook for 3 hours at 350.
make a gravy and mash potato's
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serve with a grilled veggie salad with goat cheese
and garlic bread
"Spiteful Minds"
by~ Edward McCormick
Disdainfully negotiating gain,
The spiteful mind their heart's desire alone.
An obvious destruction they attain
Through dialogue with underlying tone.
A tiny drama brings about an end.
In spite of mind, the heart wants what it bleeds.
Enlightenment is key to comprehend
So very little satisfies our needs.
by~ Poet Destroyer
Heavy and alone, two "Spiteful minds",
The worthless moments in the skies.
With no reasons and why's!
The warning sounds of midnight, thick and blind,
Giving our hearts away, a solid sign.
Wicked taste mountains of lies.
Satisfaction In our breathing eye's.
Waiting for our gushing needs to land unwind;
Stiff like the blood beneath the sea.
"Spiteful minds" rising beyond to morbid moon.
Destruction in the slowness of ones purity
The world, is a gift one prolongs to see.
A music box with no tune.
Needing and spending, we lay in spiteful tears of misery.
a collaboration with * Edward McCormick
Donald was born in a tough family
It was beyond tough love, it was violent
He learned to put up his dukes before he was two
always getting struck down hard by a brother
He had six of them and they were scrappers
His parents did not interfere, it was their family’s normal
when he got to school he trusted no one
came in fighting and scrapping
his teacher was seasoned
she was used to the McCormick boys
she had been teaching them for over thirty years
they trusted no one
It would take Donald a long time to trust her too
She knew this, but trusted that it would eventually happen
It always happened about May
Sadly, the last month of kindergarten
Next year he would be in another teacher’s class
trusting no one
a new rough start
he was a McCormick boy
it was his way of life….
My great grandmother had about 49 children, so she also, probably never slept at night.
They were a large happy-go-lucky farm family, so somebody had to do those great big chores, right?
My own grandpa was the oldest boy, who lived because some of their babies died before they got here,
Which meant grand pop and grand mom kept busy, making more neonates to replace the lost dears.
One time when we had begged to spend the night with great-grandmom, who was about 83,
We convinced her to make it a real slumber party, you need to invite some cousins, at least twenty-three.
She said the next morning, “Why do they call it a slumber party when not one of these children slept?”
But we didn’t hear her, because the twenty-five of us on the couch were snoring logs, as all around us, this tired 83 year old crept.
Grandmom had to bake the bread that day, so we’d have plenty, after all, at the store they want a quarter a piece.
She had to wash the clothes, and build a swingset, take down the chicken house, and scold her lazy slept-until-five-a.m.-again niece.
She had to chop some wood, ‘cause that little house’s heater had exploded in the middle of the nice.
When we woke up we were clamoring for another slumber party, but she said,”Fool me once, but you dead-heads could certainly not fool me twice.“
This little lady was about four foot eight, yet, 18 children were in complete and reverent awe of her.
Twenty-seven of her grandchildren were at her beck and call, and twenty-one were forever near.
My grandpa, Harland, was twice as tall, but when she pulled him down the ear, he went, sadly and quick.
She was a lively little thing, with pretty dresses, and a life that was amazingly slick!
She lived to be 105, and a half, easy life? Try to have 49 children, if you dare!
I can assure you, people readers, and you’d better believe, you will never be lonely, or have a care.
That’s not shared by 49 relatives you have created, a slew of amazing worker-bee people you love.
And death stops nothing. NOTHING! To this day, I feel my great grandma McCormick watching me from above.
In Chicago, my summer of '70 was spent working with a program seeking to rescue drug addicts, alcoholics, and street gangs. The following
summer of '71, found me on the convention floor at the McCormick Place in Chicago where I was a counselor providing guidance and spiritual instructions
for those who had accepted Christ as their savior at the Billy Graham Crusade. In May of '72, I was graduating from a Bible College in Chicago. In June of '72
on a Saturday noon, I was saying "I do" at the altar of a church and by next morning I was on our honeymoon in Central Wisconsin. By the Fall of '74, I
could be found in the Mississippi Delta pioneering a little church and during missionary work among the children in the community. I also had a job doing
social work among the senior citizens in that rural farming community. This is also where I was when a peanut farmer, Jimmy Carter, became President of
the U.S. in 1976. After driving 2000 miles across the country, life continued on the fast moving track and found me on the Streets of San Francisco in the Fall
of '78. Not long after arriving, my attention was glued to the San Francisco Chronicle and the local television stations bringing fresh and up to the minute
news of The People Temple, its leader Jim Jones, and the mass suicides in Guiana, South America. Then there was the assassination of the San Francisco
mayor and a supervisor and the riot that followed. In the fall of '79, there was the 'Iranian Hostage Crisis" and take-over of the American Embassy.
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The McCormick family loves wheels
We like bikes, trikes, mopeds and motorcycles
We like Fords, Chevys, Lincolns and Cadillacs.
We are also racers.
Others watch the Indianapolis 500
We like driving like we just left the pit crew.
Our ancestors started us on this journey.
We were having a race on Wednesday
When grandma got on a moped.
I am going to outrun these cycles! She said.
“Let grandma win! Let grandma win! “ we all yelled.
Unfortunately, the little McCormicks are competitive like us.
They outrode, outraced and outran grandma.
The last one to the finish line, she pouted all day.
Catha’s hair glistened in the Celtic way
Druids would have worshipped her
A sprinkle of cinnamon on her arms
Her face pixie-like and heart shaped
People fell in love with her
Scottish, Irish and Druids claimed her
We were five when Ma spun the Catha stories.
For our benefit, to honor our McCormick ginger hair.
To help us feel normal with our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles.
Born near Stonehenge,
Gifted with a soothsayer’s heart
She was more fey than the faeries
More gypsy than the Romans.
Clairaudient and clairsentient,
She sensed brownies, elves, and poltergeists
We were seven when our classmates began to bully us
Making fun of our McCormick ginger hair.
To try and make us feel ashamed of our copper hair
And our plethora of freckles, but it did not work
For we were like Catha, the pride of the clan.
Mother’s preparation suiting us up to ignore their evil taunts.
SUNSIDE FLIP
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They pair well he told me
with assurance. Yet my
uncertainty had me
still nervouys. we wanted to
make an impactful meal
one that addressed the
of the shortcomings of
the previous. Then we were
too, concerned with the
crust. We wanted a shortcake
like crust without the
sweetness.. We settled on
sugar reduction instead of
omitting it. So now the
actual complete recipe.
We wanna make a shortbread
crust for a Bacon, tomato,
and okra pie. We decided to
make it more savory with
creamed cheese or
a drained yogurt and egg yolk
in addition to mayo.,so in a bowl
I added 1 yolk,, 4 Tablespoons of
drained yogurt, 1/4 cup of mayo
( or 4 T of mayo, 4 T of Ranch Dressing,
4 T drained yogurt)
1 Teaspoon of cayenne pepper,
1&1/2 teaspoons of crushed garlic
.! tablespoon of dehydrated onions
, 5 Tablespoons of minced onion
4 Tablespoons of chopped feta
2 tablespoons of Oloroso
,2 cups of mozzarella and cheddar mixed
light sprinkle of McCormick seasoning
Mixed well and set aside.
in a skillet,3 T olive oil add ,
1 cup of chopped okra
4 peeled tomato's and 1/2 cup
of chopped ham. sautee
add to taste basil and oregano
and 1/2 teaspoon of anchovies paste.
combine with cheese mixture.
add 1 cup of cooked bacon crushed.
in a reduced sugar shortbread crust
add ingredients , top with
goat cheese or mozzoroliand bake
30 min.
served with fried fish or chicken tenders
or shrimp.
you'll get the response your looking for!
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