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If it smells good and tastes good, I will be munching
Eating is not about caloric number crunching
My taste bud is the judge and not the dietitian
Water, oil and heat there is no complication
Vegans have turned me into a carnivore
Better run, can’t you hear the canine roar
I dig deep into my fried chicken and t-bone steaks
I make a nutritionist salivate and dieting fake
Sorry dietitian I am lost in your jargon
The directions I look for, is how to get the tin open
The ingredients just look like a periodic table
I am used to recipes and not a chemical symbol
I keep simple it, greens for thin
I make the oil ripple, meat for fit
I can't lose touch with the starch
Some extra protein wont make me a glutton
Beliefs about eldest children and marriage generally fall into two categories: cultural or religious traditions that dictate older siblings must marry first,Ode aan de kutthe younger, the younger brother who marries before the elder, the female with whom such a marriage is contracted, [the father] who gives her away, and the sacrificing pries.........The Sheeps of the field will be the meats for our festival.
10 pounds of ground lamb or
2# ground lamb
4# ground pork
2# ground turkey
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6 # of gluten free dough
See Recipe)
Extracting gluten from dough is a mechanical washing process that separates water-soluble starches from the sticky, elastic protein matrix. Often used to make seitan (a plant-based meat substitute), the process takes about 1-2 hours and yields a spongy, rubbery mass.
1. The Step-by-Step Extraction Process
Mix the Dough: Combine 4 cups of regular or whole wheat flour with about 1.5 cups of water in a mixing bowl until a soft, shaggy dough forms.
Knead: Knead the dough vigorously for 8-10 minutes until it becomes smooth and elastic, which develops the gluten network.
Rest: Submerge the dough completely in cool water and let it rest for 30-60 minutes to relax the gluten.
Wash the Starch: Gently massage the dough in the water. The water will turn cloudy and milky as the starch washes away. Drain the cloudy water and refill the bowl with fresh, clean water.
Rinse: Repeat this process (submerging, squeezing, and replacing the water) 6-10 times. You will know you are finished when the water remains almost entirely clear and you are left with a rubbery, web-like ball of pure gluten
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3.5 cup of carmelized onion
2 carmilized red bell pepper
3 T thyme
4 T red pepper flakes
1/4 lime juice
2 T cumin
2 c minced olives
2 Tablespoons of cayeene pepper
1/4 cup minced garlic
/2 c of brandy
5 anchovies diced minced fine.
4 cups of chopped mushrooms
2 c shredded mozzorila
mix in a large mixer until smooth
add 7 eggs
5 cups of panko crumbs
mix form log sauage like loaves sweker
line a baking pan and bake until an internal temperature of 160°F
lime juice and honey
and rum
cayeene pepper glaze
form
bunny wanted to host Thanksgiving and we said yes
Not realizing the tastiest food would be watercress.
Carrot soup, cabbage jelly and the lack of starch or bread
Meant we went home ready for turkey, feeling unfed.
Next time, I will host it said Slobin, the Robin.
Not him! Chickadee whispered while my head was bobb’n.
He always gets the cheapest birdseed ever found.
The squirrel couple stopped in their tracks and turned around.
Well it could be us, Mrs. Squirrel offered, if nuts do please.
The mice shuddered, for nuts were not as great as cheese.
We finally agreed to start bringing our own potluck food.
And at the next Thanksgiving we were in a better mood.
A cheetah avoided the trap that night
And the wild cat escaped the shot.
Someone was there for them to learn
And each of them were taught.
The Bear had chosen to spare the cubs
For the ease of the Mother Bear.
But the man with the gun
Fell pray to own stun
And we didn't drop any tear.
"Was this the Kingdom the people asked for",
Had wondered the old young man.
Was this Forest Spirit?
I gave way to the might
To spare extinct life near it.
This is the trap the noble beast
Avoid it and stay secure.
"But are you to teach animal wild
How to handle the life of the least?"
Bear, Wolf pack and the Black Cat
had adopted small human kid.
When he grew he led his army to shed
The skin of the huge snake.
The snake was wise
And venom was nice
Taking life of the gunman.
Where body remain
There's no soul in vain
As there wasn't soul at all.
There people in lab
They study us
But the small insect flew
It took one small bite
And that was right
And such is the story of ew.
The neckless cheetah had worn
Was there to see how migrate.
They count each animal of the world
But valuing own rate.
There people came with the cross
And said "Don't eat your grandma".
Yet no body remain
But the wild soul remain
Dwelling being that much afar.
Food chains of the world become franchise.
"But in which sense regards the wild?"
You are eating brand, the starch and the scent,
civilization of the descent.
Vegetarian Lion lives in the Zoo
Within the claustrophobic cage.
The dumb and the cross
yet bears idea about the inexistence of the Nitrogen.
There is nothing however about wrong
Human fights for the human life.
I am standing near with sharp cosa
When the times comes for partial differential.
See if poeple would rot to become
cultivation means,
Maybe there could be so much
fertile soil
so there wouldn't be the need to always win.
Reaching for my favorite shirt and the iron-warming
Starched and ironed, complete with those creases that cut
It was made for me and handsome.
And you and your brown eyes and irony when angry
Irony and starched and those same creases
Our joy, crushed yet alive and waiting
And the fabric of those brown eyes
They are frayed with holes and still, I starch and iron
Maybe if looked deeply you can see me and the creases
The scar is from that knife wound I gave you
You are proud of the stitching, and your head held high
I feel sad when I see the sutures on your chest
You wear them like a pair of worn slippers
They hurt the eye, but they keep your feet warm
My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas
Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday night dancing with his girlfriend.
He smelled wonderful too, wore a lariat with a turquoise stone
Shined his shoes as if he was going to church
My maternal grandmother was the only one I knew.
She wore a navy dress with large white polka dots
When we had weddings or funerals, and low heel shoes
The rest of the time I remember her wearing aprons over dresses
My mother was the first woman I saw who wore pants.
She preferred them to dresses, and took to polyester in a big way.
Remember the pantsuits of the seventies? I swear she invented those.
Matching tunics with wide legged pants.
My father wore plaid shirts or camouflage jackets
Unless he was going to work; then he wore a dark suit.
He was a salesman with a skinny tie.
He always looked crisp and clean; mom used starch on his clothes.
My style was wide bell bottom blue jeans that we called hip huggers.
When I was younger, and tops that looked maternity in the seventies.
This was the real style which horrified me in 1974, as I had to wear these blousy tops two years in a row
because I had a baby at twenty and twenty-one.
My new style is comfort. I am sixty-eight. I wear tennis shoes.
Elastic waists, soft clothes that are not tight, I love feeling free.
My husband is the same way – comfort clothes, elastic waists.
We like eating tasty foods; no blue jeans for us now.
We have three children. They dress according to their lives.
One has six children, but she dresses fancy and so do they.
Another has no children, she’s a professional. She dresses in suits.
Third child alternates between casual and fancy; working mom of three.
Our grandchildren are eclectic fashion displayers also.
Super controlled grandchildren wear traditional clothing,
Approved by mom or they do not leave the house.
The ones who are wild like our middle daughter have pink and blue hair.
I see dresses that are too short - the same as I wore in middle school.
I see pants that are too tight on boys, like we saw in the eighties.
I see boots not as cute as Nancy Sinatras or or go-go-boots.
Masks are the new fashion statement for the younger generation sadly.
A weary way-fairer all lost in wood
One dark night fending for food fell in well—
Unused and dry— it left him fate to brood,
But clutched on still to Banyan roots that fell
Into well, half awake hanging midway,
Spending the whole night praying for a ray
Of hope, precariously suspended;
And dreamt he was lifted out, not yet dead.
In trying times, as sole lifelines from blue,
He wondered: what man would without dreams do.
Never in life had he dreamt for dawn more,
Which when came, came to spell disaster—
There growled at the well's mouth a mighty tiger,
Greedy that stared, hunger writ all over;
His only chance now was to go deep down,
Hanging for life, letting the danger go,
But no, he heard a python hissing— brown
And big, tongue twirling, ready to swallow,
Lifeline-like roots beginning to give in,
When destiny frowns, one’s luck too gets lean!
But when his faint vision began to blur,
And tired brain lost of starch to think,
He felt a cooling, sticky little stir,
Dripping from nose to lips, slowly to slink
Down to his mouth; but how, how can it be?
A few drops of heavenly sent honey!
Above, he saw a bear seated aplomb
A tree, grabbing on to a honey comb!
Maybe, his grave fears on fate were not fair,
Life after all has fair for all to spare.
Well, waiting he was his life’s dawn to be,
Hoping, those hungry mouths would go away,
Waiting now for a few drops of honey—
What looked like an eon— that half night's play!
And it dawned to him: life nigh like that is—
No more than just a few licks to relish
With hitches, glitches, catches everywhere,
And yet, freedom still smiles, to us that tells:
In life, plights come with pleasure, how so bare,
Wisdom's to weigh: how long to wait in wells!
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This poem is allegorical on life's long journey, which by and large littered is with agony, with a few drops of honey thrown in by destiny here and there. Man lives amid hopes of better times.
Reflections | 03.01.12 |
Swing of rhythm from winter bleary
to appealing chords of change
in April's nibbling nudge of growth
to lance clay earth - a listless shield
Shafts of sun, filling voids, to starch
the landscape clean
April rains restore sponge dry ground
wet drops that hang on branches
like small crystal
Carpeted loops of spring bluebells below
lift whispered worries
pert cupped flowers worth praising
signs renewal
like the world that catches on to truth
Tucked in new warmth,
tree buds open
eyelids of green
an unhurried arrival
like promises
accepted
by April's idleness
sweet potion
availed
in the muddy spin
of spring
ignited
Poem composed: April 12, 2021
Revised April 6, 2023
No free version
A free verse
And a free speech
Hunger violates the norm
Behavior is a free will
Commerce obstructed is conjecture
A high court or otherwise assembled congressional hearing is caused for speech
A matter of hunger mustn't prevail as wage
In Irish when it is said by another
"I'm gonna need you to move"
The past tensing of need, nee'd
Is speculation on the appearance of the marketplace
In honest appreciation
The Crawford and Larabee families of America
And the thunder rolls
No mas comida
No mas mujeres
Mas gumballs
Go build the basilica
Benito arrives!
The American Elegant
I no afford the civilized
Lost City of Rucker
polish outside
royce, he hide a boy, called him sunshine
he so starch on the collar
he don't appreciate the cloth
till the potato off it again
stingiest thing ever, hold langstons typewriter
ima go shuffle it again for yu ryan, danial, ward the spirit
pop lost the address,
in his toe winkle, he had it
how this the rhyme?
the partner upstairs
cant see me
i do it this un?
the girls the stowaway fortune
beneath the slavery laws?
its the first time california girl not a bikini
girls, the womens rights is 60 year old league of dont care
Hybrid babble tap it chan
Jackie!
Jackie?
News instructions coming back
Huh? From your special where?
Here
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
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