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My Darn Musisk
She wanted her family to
have food throughout the month.
She said often we run out: but feel there is something I can do to help remedy the problem She Knew that substituting meat could help stretch out the meals.
She took consideration into effect. She knew she could get some cornmeal, dreid veggie, onions garlic and liquid smoke to flavor a doughy ground meat concoction that was flavorful enough to be filling and enjoyable.adding the right amount of pork fat, dehydrated veggies, spices and cereals and dough. Making a scrapple like sausage that tasted great and was something that could make 15 pounds of scrapped pork and 15 pounds of dehydrated veggies into a 75 pound of flavor and savoriness.
She embarked on her journey first by making veggie and pork and beef stock.
She made pork into jerky like steaks and grounded them and mixed them into dehydrated veggies and garlic and onions. They grounded the pork into and almost puree. they made corn mush cooked. and made a wheat dough. with milk and flour. the course ground meat was mixed with the mixing cooked grains into the doughy wheat mixture
adding yeast . Mixing cornmush and dehydrated veggies. mixing coursely ground meat with pureed meat.
adding spiced and veggies.
mixing and tasting.
she found that dry milk and eeg powder could help create a desired flavor. the mixture is tasted and cooked and then to be put into sausage castings.
"She boiled my wheat mixd with meat and dried the veggies crisp. tasted and tasted, smell spices, grounded and ground and mixed and mixed She stuffed casing with this stuff cooked it up and feed it to her kids. They smiled and smiled one complained wondering what this is."
" he built a treated frame, and stuffed it with straw right out the feilds. Ole Bouis told him Call that man to make my walls out of
that sprayed kinda cement.
Said they stacked the travails tween the bems
and cover them with chixwire. call that man to spray the walls
to coat and thicken as we desire.
I'm fixing to cover mine with some course ed treated wood.
That put on them fancy thangs. Make it look real pretty and to look good..
Moretell Deverell Quesnell Sumrell Portell McPhall.McGrail and Marcell to get the sheaves ah fixing."
Life is a mere dream
A fleeting shadow that fades
with time; awaken!
Seniors Style
'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,
And all of us seniors were looking our best.
Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry:
The punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.
A bedsock was taped to each walker, in hope
That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.
We surely were lucky to be there with friends,
Secure in this residence and in our Depends.
Our grandkids had sent us some Christmasy crafts,
Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.
The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,
And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath
The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,
Reflecting our candles' magnificent glow.
Our supper so festive -- the joy wouldn't stop
Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.
Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,
Ten puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.
The social director then had us play games,
Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"
Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,
Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.
Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,
In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.
Security lights on the new fallen snow
Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.
Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter
(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).
A strange little fellow flew in through the door,
Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.
'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.
He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.
We knew from the way that he strutted and jived
Our social-security checks had arrived.
We sang -- how we sang -- in our monotone croak,
Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight p.m. stroke.
And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds,
While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.
And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest.
Soon you'll be with us; we wish you the best.
(Anon.)
What's new with me...Matthew?
Well for starters Nationwide
road service emergency
one man cutting crew
with battery charger in tow knew
exactly why no juice (think electricity),
his hunch found trunk light kept lit,
an innocent looking (to me or you)
lady's handbag accouterment,
fifty shades of blue
stuck out just enough did cue
automotive technician, who
witnessed yours truly flapping
imaginary wings (think) cuckoo
unwittingly, irretrievably, and
admirably lost me scant sanity true
"fake" news I trumpet as a gentile Jew...
Just in time for men
rhythmically singing, melodiously
acapella harmonizing huzzah olé
in white coats besotted and
bespattered with vegetable puree
to take me away
ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa
hip...hip... hooray
to the funny farm yea,
where life beautiful every day
and skies fifty shades of gray...
Thus, the reason I type pell mell
(think hunt and peck),
an inner madness to quell,
while hermetically locked in padded cell
shut airtight like... a citadel
which soundproof environment hell
lava hot improvement versus dwell
ling with volcanic spouse, and well
equipped to nurture solitude, ah... nobody,
but me and Matty mattel
both of us undergoing re education
initiated courtesy crack atop
noggin tinnitus subsequently
experiencing ringing like liberty bell
afterwards undergoing gender reassignment
clearly yours truly exuded effeminate spell
not recognizing only muttering to himself
fancifully dolled up
as debutante mademoiselle,
and appearing sitting pretty I willingly tell.
Twas glorious occasion regarding
miracles of modern medicine to sing
namely routine engineered
sex change, bitty bing
bitty bang minus one
minor glitch really... nothing
but doggone veteran (aery) surgeon
pulled off bone huff eyed gracefully amazing
stunt at my expense unwittingly injecting
canine female hormonal secretions,
hence I find myself barking, ing
and strong desire burning
to frequent fire hydrants.
The Pleasure of your Company
is Requested
at
A Banquet in Celebration
of
The Big Picture of Life
to be Held at
Your Earliest Convenience
before
The Eleventh Hour
Appetizers will Include
a Cocktail of Bitter Tears
Garnished with Fresh Sprigs of Regret
and
a Light Melange of Personal Inflictions
Sauteed in a Rich Resentment Sauce
a Salad of Tossed Emotions
with
Sympathy Dressing
Will follow
a Tureen of Everything Anyone Ever Did to You
will Precede the Entrée
which will consist of a
Thick Fillet of Condemnation
Braised Over an Open Fire of Unforgiveness
Served with a Puree of Wistfulness
and
Garden Grown Indifference
Poached in a Whine Reduction
And Garnished with
Minced Crow
A Dessert of Humble Pie
and
Stifled Screams
Complimented by an Aperitif
of Flaming Foresight
will Conclude the Dinner
Dancing to the
Music of the Spheres
will Commence
in the
Bawl Room
where
Nightcaps of Resolve
will be Served
Lonely and alone, single now with the children my only comfort and yet a reminder.
The divorce a tug of war between me and her for what once was mine, I thought.
My heart lies languid and still a deep dark mountain pool, without flutter or ripples.
The waves and white water emotions will come flooding in after dark.
Our little ones must not glimpse in me the ugly cuts and scars of your infidelity.
I force myself into our once cramped now too empty bed.
I can now cry quietly in solitude for love and affection like a wounded animal.
I silently scream to be touched, to be reached for, and to be desired.
I miss you I still love you I would forgive you I still want you, Joe where are you?
I hide in the shadows of my despair, dream of killing her, torturing painfully and slowly?
I’ll be gouging out her eyes with one degrading glare a smile and a snicker.
I’m gutting her slowly with only the nightly beckoning of my little finger.
A tryst in the Sykes parking lot in the back seat of our car inches from your son’s safety seat.
Pass a silent gift a potential killer and ruin her womanhood and child bearing potential, almost taking her life.
Rip apart her family with whispered AM phone calls and PM come hither stares.
Strip her self-esteem and ego depositing them without remorse in a blender set to puree.
I would do to her all that she has done to me and more, I am lonely, alone, single now and only them to thank.
Summer Gratias
The delicious aroma circulated
As the heat from the oven radiated
The stove top warmed
As white chocolate chips melted downward
Into a candied thick syrupy puree.
Thoughts flashed across my mind
Of white paste plastered across polyester bed sheets.
I turn away from the smoldering flames
Imagining
A shadowy figure draping over luminescent lights.
Egg whites and velvety oil
Drenched the skillet
Like lubricated breasts at twilight.
I falter and catch my breath
This was the old me.
Ivory cake mix spilled out
Awaiting to be released.
The waxen texture splashed my fingers.
Reminiscing of a time,
When this was all I had.
I pour a little too much of champagne,
Hinting of a dangerous night.
I whisk and blend the ingredients in conjunction
Like bodies distorted
Contending for air.
I linger around the cookware
Till the mixture congeals.
I scoop a handful,
Conforming to my touch,
Creating spheres,
Pressing gently, as I weep.
One by one the orbs fluffed
Grew as I appointed
Vanilla flavored frosting on the polished surface.
I placed four on a dish
As I drizzled gold flakes along the edge.
I wondered how many I could consume
At least two, I thought longingly.
Placing them against my tongue
Icing smearing against lips
Spheres slapping my skin
Champagne drenched,
Filled with melted cream.
How I long for your touch
This is it for me,
Too much excitement for one night.
APPLE FACTS
An apple is an apple. It is an apple to the core.
It is an apple because God made it an apple.
It needs nothing more to make it shape, taste,
or feel more like an apple; so it’s great at being an apple,
because an apple is just what it is.
No matter what color an apple it is, red, green,
or yellow, it’s still an apple.
And if it could bleed, it would have apple blood;
but it has apple seeds, apple skin and apple flesh.
If we extract its juices, we’ll have apple juice.
If we puree it, we’ll get apple sauce.
If we cut it up and make pies, the pies will be…
apple pies.
An apple is a fruit, and it should never be taught
that somehow it may be a veggie; I am sure then that it would not have to prove, apologize, or fight for the right to be fruity.
If we plant its seeds, it will produce other apples,
and that is proof enough that it was meant to be an apple. Surely we can genetically modify it to become something other than a pure apple.
But it is an apple by nature, meaning, that it’s simply natural
for an apple to be the apple it was created to be.
Fact is...an apple it is, an apple it was in the beginning,
and an apple it will always be.
And however it shall perish, whether for food for the body
or to the earth again to produce more of it’s kind,
by God and nature, it was surely an apple.
We humans can learn a lot from an apple.
Far away from home, I found another home in Taiwan
Today all family members come together
Eat pomelo
Make a pomelo hat to turn bad luck into good
The smell from the pomelo hat is very energizing
The day of the festival starts with the inexplicable taste of mooncake
Tender pastry skin enveloping a dense sweet puree
Sweetened mung bean filling
Salted duck egg yolk embedded within
Small wedges of green tea flavors mooncake along with Oolong cha
Filled my heart with joy!
The mooncake contained a secret message
After my family make it public, it is not a secret any longer
When the sun starts moving down the west
We spot a place to sit along the street
Just in front of the house
Neighbors are also starting to do the same
Everyone is delighted to sit under the moonlight
BBQ sauce starts to spread its magic smell in the neighborhood
Chopsticks and paper plates are in every hand
Oldster make their groups
Cheers with a glass of wine
Laughers and music defeats the sounds of BBQ
How delightful to chew those sausages!
Kids are running all over the place
Playing crackers
My younger brother was playing Erhu
I sat on the ground holding a steamed corn
Placed a chopstick in the middle
Eating corn while looking at the sky
The moon is bright and blissful
It was blushing like a young shy lady
A bit of its happiness sprinkled on the earth tonight
born into a world of lies
under the condition that if one does not
abide,
they are dealt with much in the same way as a
banana is when placed in the blender &
the
“puree” button is
pressed—
swiftly,
the mechanism is placed within
the cop that resides within the head of
each of us
the panopticon built within the heart
where the vampires sucked out all the blood
instilling religions & governments
obligations, rules, strategies, status quos,
and most of all the belief that
if one works hard enough
unconditional love will come from
somewhere---
some seek it in the sky above
believing choice lies which come from the
pulpit
some seek it in the thought, word & deed of the
suits
who walk with the seemingly instinctive
disgustingly carnal
need to overcome as many as possible with
supposed power---
some pick & choose in the attempt to find
another of the same mold
running round the earth for millennia
trying, failing, trying, failing
swimming from the ship that has crashed
towards another already burning
wondering if there is someone to
save
because the thought is that in the saving
an obligation will arise on behalf of the
almost-drowned---
the conditional aspect of it all is that
unless the barrel of the gun is shoved in the mouth
unless that trigger is pulled
everything
else
is
suspect.
Au uh de vino
one bottle of white wine
1/2 cup of chopped tarragon
7 cracked garlic cloves
1/2 cup of green onions
2 tablespoons of gingerroot minced
1 red hot chili (smashed)
5 Tablespoons of fish stock
in a gallon container add the ingredients and store in a dry, cool place for about 2 weeks before usage. Strain and put in a labeled wine bottle with a cork.
best in a pressure cooker
1 cup of Au uh de vino
4 cups of peeled diced pumpkin
3 cups of chicken stock
2 cleaned and diced leeks
3 tablespoons of garlic
3 cups of chicken thighs (sauté the chicken fat and skins, dice and add to the pot)
2 cups of Andouille sausage ( skins removed and diced)
3 cups of sour cream
2 tablespoons of dill
1 T cayenne
cook until pumpkin is soft, in a food processer add pumpkin's and leeks, make a puree, add sauce and cook until a smooth thick consistency. Add the meats. (make a roux, with 1 cup flour, one cup oil, add to mixture) cook again until thick.
make a buttermilk biscuit dough, and in muffin pan, press the dough into each cup making a shell.( your going to use the other half to make a top for each muffin. If desired) add smooth mixture, and bake until the mixture is done.
1 tablespoon of cayenne pepper