Long Parsley Poems
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SUMMER DAYS
Watch a swallow swoop
and pass above an old meadow,
lush with grass. Speckled starlings
sing with delight over flying ants
in nuptial flight. Buckthorn in a dense
hedge screen. Ceanothus ,shaded green
Jasmine,Honeysuckle,Bittersweet
scents to mingle in summer heat
Clouds of teasels spiral tall
'midst dancing grasses against a wall
wandering wasps picnicing un-checked
onto perfumed petals,paperwhite
first intoxicate,then delight,
high above Cauliflower clouds,nimbus
topped weep a shower of warm tear-drops.
PASTURES GONE
buttercup yellow
kissing cowslips
dandelion,poppy and daisy,
corn marigold
cow parsley and clover,
a willow that weeps
and meadow-sweet,
deep in a forgotten pasture.
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Gush Potatoes
2 cups of sour cream
5 Tablespoons horseradish
1?2 cup of white cheddar
1 Cup of grated parmesan heavy cream
3 tablespoons of lemon juice
1 tablespoon of lemon zest
1 Tablespoon of red pepper flakes
1 teaspoon of of fish stock
4 cloves of minced garlic
4 green onions
1/2 cup of minced herbs
( thyme, rosemary,, parsley, dill,oregeno and tarragon)
2 grated hard boiled egg yolks
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mix smooth set aside
in a casserole dish add 10 cups of cooked white potatoes
cover with sace mix evenly
bake 350 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes
)---------GREENS ALLEGRO--------(
4 cups of drained cooked mustard greens
(recommended( GLORY)
2 cup of steamed bell pepper
red and yellow
2 cups of caramelized onions
3 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of pumpkin seeds
1 cup of chopped smoked turkey meat mixed with
about 1/4 cup of cooked bacon
1/2 cup of crushed sundried tomatoes
in a wok add olive oil and sesame seed oil mix
add garlic and peppers and onions
stri fry and add pork
1 cup of chopped ham and cooked bacon and turkey meat
add mustard greens
stir fry
add tomatoes
and top with pumpkin seeds
serve with tart pickled onions
)-----------> Honey, rum, Brown sugar Carrots<--------------(
ATONAL
Steam 15 cleaned carrots until tender
in a casserole dish
add the carrots
1 cup of crumbled feta
3 Tablespoons of rum
5 Tablespoons of mango juice
3 Tablespoons of Pineapple juice
1 cup of golden raisins
1/4 cup of honey
2/3 cup of brown sugar
1/4 cup of lemon juice
1 teaspoon of cumin
1 teaspoon of cayenne
1 tablespoon of dried cilantro
1/2 cup of cooked ground lamb
1 cup of pistachios
add carrots
in a bowl
add spices and brown sugar
mix honey rum and friut juices in a sauce pan
bring to a simmer allow the alcohol
to boil away add lamb
pour over carrots
crumble feta
attop carrots
sprinkle nuts a-top
cover with foil and bake
at 350 for 25 to 30 minutes
Adagio Meat corner
slow cooked beef
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serve with roast lamb , roast pork, roasted beef, grilled shrimp and fish
Strawberries, kiwi, and with a vanilla bean cream pastry on a almond nut cookie tart for dessert
Paired with a Moscat de Asti
Gentle as you are, you come uninvited but oh so quietly
as your floral scents permeate you arrive bipinnately
Invigorating every tree and garden full of parsley
with evening's refresh breezing in succinctly
With futuristic birth that winter could not borrow
you draw us in then gift us with tomorrow
Sprigs of blooming life grow inside your yarrows
insuring us with every shade of rainbow
Calendar favored you are the in between season
ear marked for a very good reason
renewed and refreshed you are a beacon
without treason
Gentle as you are Spring, you arrive just in time
like a rose, getting ready to consign.
1 cup of cooked chopped bacon
7 tablespoons of dehydrated garlic
5 tablespoons of olive oil
,5 tablespoons of butter
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
5 tablespoons of dehydrated onion
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of butter milk cultures
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1/4 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
5 tablespoons of dried parsley
1& 1/2 cup of pie dough
Kneading and mixing throughout.
Roll concockcion into 1/4 inch layers
Roll dough to disiered thickness
And place bacon dough mixture
Within regular dough creating a pocket
Enclose meat dough within
Plain dough.
Deep fat fry or
Bake.
Top with sourdough and
Chives.
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with globs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guaranties my friendship for life
With enormous globs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
© Jack Ellison 2013
PASTA: A FORK OF HEAVEN
In a pot of bubbling boiling water,
I drop hard nine inches long bundle of farfelles..
Minutes passed,between my fingertips,
I pressed one strand, al- dente!
In a platter glittering white,
I form a fist of fresh-cooked pasta noodles,
pouring a hot scoop of white
creamy silky sauce made from:
parmesan and pecorino
melted, blended in a saucepan,
flavored more with a savory stock,
tossed of shallots, saffron and lean meat.
The sauce must be rich enough
coating all the threads of farfelles...
Garnishing it with grated cheese,
teaspoonful crunchy diced bacon,
a pinch of chopped flat leaf parsley...
Voila! Who could refuse this tasty fork of heaven?
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***farfelle - a type of pasta: thick and wide noodles
al -dente - a pasta noodle cooked all the way through except in the center being slightly undone
CONTEST name: DIDACTIC FOOD
~~3rd place~~
1:54pm, September 09, 2015
twenty five steamer clams
snouts removed and dressed
in a oval pan arrange them.
3/4 cups of clarified butter
2 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/4 cup of minced parsley
1 teaspoon of lemon zest
1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
or 1 teaspoon of hot pepper sauce
1/4 teaspoon of horseradish
1/2 cup of deep fried Speck (diced fine)
1/2 of white wine
1 Tablespoon of crown royale
1 Tablespoon of lemon juice
1/4 teaspoon of toasted sesame seeds
3 tablespoons of parmesan cheese
1 shallot diced fine
Mix well chill in refrigerator for ten minutes
use a teaspoon and top clams
in the bottom of the pan pour 1/2 of heavy cream
1 tablespoon of fish stock and 1/3 cups of sliced mushrooms
and 1/4 cups of butter
(mix on top in a sauce pan if you are serving
with toast) make the sauce
before pouring under the clams
brown silepoons of bread crumbs in butter
top each stuffed clam with a sprinkle of Toasted crumbs
in a preheated oven
bake for fifteen minutes
serve hot!
the drink ( that'll learn 'em)
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4 cups of tomato juice
1/2 cup reserved clam juice
1/2 cup of lime juice
in a juicer
juice 1 celery stalk
1 lemon
1/2 cup of cashews
10 strawberries
1 seeded jalapeno pepper
1 cored apple
mix with tomato juice
2 cups of vodka
5 cups of extra dry gin
2 cups of white grape juice
It makes a heart glad to know
there are still, small country towns
like Woodford, where homes
with large old trees,
sit scattered between small shops
and local businesses
To think the spirit of Elvis exists
in a greengrocers’, called, “Grapelands.”
‘Elvis Parsley’ swivelling his hips
amongst the carrots and parsnips
imitating “Blue Suede Shoes."
I select a punnet of strawberries
as a smile slips out at the absurdity,
of how, some live out their fantasies
“Blue blue “…you can do anything
I cross the street to check out
a “Second-hand” furniture store.
It is closed so I cup my hands
and peer through the window.
A group of old, store mannequins
piques my interest, draped in 50’s fashions
It seems like a time warp, as there
are no opening hours posted on the door.
I wonder if the mannequins
are an eccentric collection,
or, if they were for sale,
which one, I would buy,
The one, with eyes, demurely cast down,
or, the arm-less one,
looking enviously past her
Back on the street, I inhale sun-warmed earth,
as I walk past a garden’s bright picket fence.
A shiny black crow flaps up, startled.
Suddenly I smell, what the scent of home
is like, for someone else.
For My Kind of Town Contest
Janis Thompson
No not the kind you get from a packet oh no not that kind
this one has little bits of chicken in it, with onions you can find
I start with chicken base and add fresh grated garlic to it
turmuric, black pepper, parsley, and basil just a bit
Then I let it simmer for an hour while the vegetables steam and swim
and I sing to it with a wispy voice, that little blessed hymn
that mama taught me long ago, while making chicken soup;
Not the kind that you order in from a store next door
this one comes from the pantry shelf and garden herbs galore
I start with a clean apron and my hair tied back
its bright red with white daises, and a strip of black
Then I stew it and stir it with a large wooden spoon
then I talk to it, until the hour of noon
the way my mama taught me, while making chicken soup;
No not the kind you get from a packet, oh no its never store bought
its the way my mama showed me, when I was just a tot....
Spring, early morning.
Sitting beneath the half-arch
Of the bayleaf tree,
On the old wooden garden bench -
Early morning, the first full day of Spring.
A cup of warm coffee,
A smoothie bowl of banana,
Avocado and chia seed, topped
With walnuts, golden raisins, goji berries.
Cool, crisp, and hazy—
Soft sunlight breathing
Seasonal new life,
A quiet awakening.
I sit apart from it,
Yet quietly within—
Still, observing, serene,
Flooded with innocent memory.
Jewels of dew on the lawn
And the broad-leafed tulips,
Long-stemmed and short—
Reds, pinks, yellows, whites.
Bright daffodils bow and sway,
Primroses bring gentle colour
To a forgotten corner
Behind a moss-covered standing stone.
Tips of green unfurl
On the red boughs
Of the Japanese maple
And the three hibiscus.
The herb garden—sage,
Savoury, lemon balm, verbena,
Parsley, thyme, oregano, chive—
Waits for eager culinary hands.
Flowering strawberry plants,
Rose-coloured rhubarb stalks,
Fresh mint—
All hinting at summer puddings.
A cockerel in the distance,
Nature’s alarm clock—
Wake up. Wake up.
Hiding in the branches,
A little red-breasted robin sings
His bright, insistent song,
Just to say: I’m here.
A blackbird lands on the fence,
Briefly surveying the ground
For slimy morsels
To catch his beady eye.
Ducks rise from
The dark green canal,
A woodpecker drums a steady beat,
A collared dove softly coos.
Tiny pale mauve butterflies—
Parma violet sweets on wing.
The first shift of bees emerges,
Focused on the day’s work.
And on the window ledge next door—
The neighbour’s cat.