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5729 Evergreen Street
Hampton City
September 24, 2016
9:00 a.m.
Detective Sparkly arrived to the crime scene where Jaron was found dead. It was an abandoned parking lot. He looked to the nearby surroundings. There was not any house near. Only was a bakery store. He decided to enter to the store to buy a pastry.
After eating the pastry, he came back to the crime scene. He found a found a teared business card under an oak tree. It was the first clue found in the crime scene.
The business card had the initials JSS stock brocker company. That was the name of Jaron business. Detective Sparkly took it and put it in one of his pants pockets. He returned to his car and left the parking lot. The next place to visit will be the inponent JSS building. One of the most highest buildings in Hampton City. After arriving to the building, one of the Jaron executives introduced himself as Timothy Larson.
Detective Sparkly asked Timothy who was the last person to see Jason alive. He was one of Jaron's assistant. The last time Jaron was seen at the office was on September 16, 2016 at 9:00 p.m. after a meeting of the Board of Directors of JSS. Detective Sparkly thanked you Timothy and left the JSS building. He called Tarlene to meet at a renowned shopping mall called Woods Square to discuss the first findings.
Tarlene arrived to the shopping mall at 11:00 a.m. Detective Sparkly was waiting her in front of an oriental restaurant. They entered the restaurant to order Eel rolls. After eating, Detective Sparkly told to Tarlene that he suspects that someone from JSS was involved in Jaron's crime. Tarlene was shocked for Detective Sparkly deduction. Jaron never told her that he had any problem with a member of JSS company.
Detective Sparkly said goodbye to Tarlene. The investigation was already starting. The next place to visit will be Jaron's daughter, Christie. Jaron told to Tarlene last time they talked by phone that he was going to visit his daughter after the ending of JSS meeting. She lives in a mansion outside the limits of Hampton City. The visit was never realized. Detective Sparkly will interview her as part of the investigation .
Nayda Ivette
11-28-2015
roll your puff pastry into a large disc.
make sure it cover to bottom of a
spring form pan. use extra to cover
all sides.
layer slices of boiled potatoes around interior
of the pastry dough
using a mixture
of butter and truffle oil
to coat: layer slices of pancheeta over the
potato slices and set aside
in a bowl mix
1/3 cups of heavycream
2 tablespoons of flour
1 cup of softned butter
1 teaspoon of dill
3 tablespoons of lemon juice
3 tablespoons of truffle oil
1 tablespoon of chopped thyne
1 teaspoon of chopped chives
1 teaspoon of cayeene pepper
1 teaspoon of ground nutmeg
1/4 congac
1/2 cup of grated mozzerolia
1/2 shredded swiss
1/2 chopped provolone
1 cup of softened goat cheese
1/2 cup of pareseam grated
2 eggs
1/2 cup of toasted pumkin seeds
1 cup of deep fried grapes
mix well and set aside
in a pan saute 7 leeks in oilive oil
with 1/2 cup of diced yellow peppers
4 cloves of garlic
cook until tranlucent
cover panchetta
and top with cheese
mixture
bake for 40 mintues on 350 degrees until done
Serve with a Peppery Watercrest Salad.
A salad with cream cheese and mozzorla in mashed avacDOS
WITH ORANGWE SECTINS
AND PISTASHIOS AND CANDIED GINGER
COVERED WITH A CHAMPENGE vINERGRETTE
AND A
tURKEY CUTLETS DEEPFRIED WITH
A cHEETO BREADCRUMD CRUST.
Or roasted red snapper
CRUMBLES OF OF PASTRY
WERE STAINS ON HIS SHIRT
THEY HAD EATEN THE ENTIRE TRAY
THEY SAW BETTER THINGS
DONE THE BEST WAYS
AND THINGS THAT WERE SUITED TO THEIR
AFFORDIBLITY.
THEY BECAME HAPPY FROM KNOWING SOMEONE
CARED ENOUGH TO BARGAIN AND DEAL
IN ORDER TO SELL ITEMS MOST CRAVED BUT WOULDN'T BUY.
SAMPLES MADE CONVERSATIONS FOR DAYS.
WHEN THE ITEMS WERE NO LONGER AVAILIBLE, SOME START ORDERING THEM, SOME EVEN DEMANDED THEM. THESE PASTRIES WERE EXSPENSIVE TO MAKE, IT'S JUST THAT REQUIRED A LONG TIME TO PREPARE
COOK, AND SERVE. SO THE CHEF ASKED THE PEOPLE TO ORDER DOUBLE THE
AMOUNT THEY'D NORMALLY BUY, HE SAID IF HE COULD MAKE THE SAME
AMOUNT IN SEVEN DAYS, THAT HE'D NORMALLY MAKE IN EIGHT, HE'DPROFIT ENOUGH TO MAKE THE PASTRIES AVAILIBLE FOR ALL THOSE WHO WOULD EAT THEM. SEVERAL FOLKS THOUGHT THIS MAN WAS MAD, THEY SAID HE'D FOOL ENOUGH PEOPLE INTO THINKING THAT, THE EXSPENCE OF SEVEN DAYS COULD EQUAL EIGHT, AND THE PROFITS FROM EIGHT DAYS COULD BE MADE IN SEVEN. oNE FELLA EVEN WENT AS FAR TO SAY, IF PROFITS BENIFET HIM, WHY DOESN'T HE REDUCE THE PRICE OR CHANGE THE PORTIONS SIZE TO MAKE THESE ITEMS MORE READLY AVAILIBLE.. oR HAVE THE RESTURANT TO OPEN LATER TO ALLOW MORE CUSTOMERS TO TASTE AND FEAST ON THESE DELIGHTS. THE PASSION OF THESE PEOPLE TO HAVE PASTRIES AVAILIBLE TO THERE SELVES AND NEW CUSTOMERS AMAZED THE CHEF SO, AFTER HEARING THE COMPLAINING CUSTOMERS, HE DESIDED TO ADD A FEATURED SPECAIL ITEM TO GO WITH THE PASTERIES, HE MADE A MIXTURE OF COCOA AND COFFEE, CREAM AND WHISKEY AVAIABLE FOR THOSE WHO WANTED TO SPEND THE EVENINGS OUT DINING ON SWEETS. THIS SATISFIED THE PEOPLE, AND THEY DINED AND DANCED THE EVENINGS AWAY, MAKING THE CHEF A WEALTHY HAPPY GUY!
Toast some almond flakes and shredded cocnuts
set aside
use your favorite recipe to make a vanilla cream pastry
whipp some heavy cream and sweeten and set aside
mix powdered sugar. vanilla,and milk
use your favorite instant vanilla pudding
mix mix smooth
fold in 1 and 1/2 tubs of whip topping
using a great cake one of your best cakes
I prefer a pound cake or two cut into halfs or thrids
one a cake platue
arrange cake
combine heavy whip cream with cream pastry
pipe a thin layer
add alomnds and coconut
vhopped browie bts
and carmel bits
( and bits of white choclate and banannas)
layer and repeat until
cake is been stacked
in a piping bag pipe out the sides
using a spatula smooth around the edge
do the same to the top
and add a few swirls to
show that clever durabilty of
creativness!
Thank Lesous and Yesura
Might these people
Worship jesus
Pink vase with no design
Dangling there so blue- c'est la vie
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything hectic
In an apartment rising high skyward
The item lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or thereabouts and more
The balcony didn't expect such curvatures
Or fragility on a morning broken
The sunlight nodded approval of course
Around bouncing beams above the surface
But nothing could stop a soft breeze from…
Poof!.....And off it went… c'est la vie vase
An alert Frenchman, pastry smile and all
Happened along with nimble fingers
Stretched out, caressing a baguette bread
And Beaujolais 42 in fragile glass
The other hand grabs out with stress
As if to field an errant football pass
And in that chance encounter…Catch!...
Tumbling to concrete boundaries down
Bottle released in a wincing crash
Ground favored his mortal urgency
Pottery saved - c'est la vie, Intact
French man’s head cracked
Let’s say opened, something like an egg
More scrambled than not on concrete
A natural death ensued with the seizure
A passerby, identified as a stranger
Seized the moment in a grab
Lifted vase from the newly deceased and fled
Made off down and dirty
An awaiting ally came conveniently placed
To avoid detection from the law and all
Another fate for vase awaits out there
Less encumbered in a far away land
For dreams of other ledges and escapes
If so inclined as far as we can understand
i do not know how we got here
it is weird how we went from loathing each other to loving each other
i guess it was an attention thing when we were kids
however, we grew up, and our views and opinions of each other changed
we found ourselves at a pastry shop
we found ourselves just driving to the lake
we found ourselves sitting on a bench on some trail watching the sun go down
we were suddenly all nice and sweet to each other
we actually both wanted to puke
then love rung bells and our hearts grew wings
we have been elevating and levitating ever since
it has been quite the ride and quite the journey
then again, i can't imagine experiencing the twists and turns with anybody else
I walk my lobster
Along the promenade
On a fine sunny spring day
Thibault he loves the Paris
Tulieres is a fine garden
Of naked bodies and wet fountains
Past glories and royalty
Dreamed their dreams, on these garden walks
The melodies behind castle walls
I dance with the goldfish
The Queen of the ball
I am not young, I am not twenty
They tell me to go, I say Alizee?
I hunger for you, I desire you
Your image is the art of my thoughts
I crave you, the pastry and the cream
Under canopy, I hide such desires
I am not afraid of you
Yet I fear the arrow of loves wounds
Let me taste not the blood of such losses
I walk, with Thibault along the Seine
I see you, far away, on the other shore
A vision of le Puy, innocence and beauty
The mist fades, the pot of life boils
Thibault turns red, he knows
The walk of life is about to end
He cries, as his master remains in the dark
I am not twenty anymore
Note: Dedicated to Gérard de Nerval (1808-1855), this is a mix between old and new, poetry and lyrics, with a dash of whimsical in Alizee
Debbie, she scares the hell out of me,
She shakes me down to the core,
Debbie, she fills me up with her love,
Then leaves me wanting for more,
I love the way she makes me smile,
How she smiles after each beautiful kiss,
And then I love catching her looking at me,
At my eyes and my face and my lips,
She scares me when she creates pastry,
She scares me when she plays,
I love how she scares me with those darkest red lips,
Every dark bit of the day,
Debbie, she scares the hell out of me,
Her hips, her hair, her smell,
She scares me with how much of me she controls,
How I am under her spell.
There's something going on around here, something special.
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted! I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not.
I hope it appeases you all...
Sincerely,
PS member
Wanting a little fun
Depart on a run
Seeking bakery pastry buns
Tasty and sweet
Jogging through the village street
Enduring the athletic heat
Conquering the feat
Can not be beat
Enjoying the run
For pastry buns
Not caring where you are from
Only greeted with a ‘welcome’
Take a bite
Time is not tight
During the bun
Run
Done for fun
Fattening those bottom cheeks
While everyone speaks
Bragging every week
About climbing the peaks
Featured on the bun
Run
Done
For fun
Where Danishes are great
Even know competitors gained too much weight