Long Tart Poems
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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
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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
With body and mind you respond to my touch,
gobbling up kisses, like sweet penuche,
I could not ask for a better lover; there is nonesuch.
When I grind my gears, you become my clutch
and I lean on you like an emotional crutch.
A magic elixir, you quench my heart
like sweet nectar, neither bitter nor tart.
Forged on passion's anvil, your lovemaking's an art.
And paused on the moment, my smile presses restart.
Your granite body buffed to a sheen
has a vulnerable heart; you're not a machine.
And yet, you make the impossible look routine.
With rippled muscles, as though chiseled from stone,
you're a warm schnook where dreams have blown,
You're the wind in my sails, without uttering a sound.
Behind the scenes, you don't speak much,
but like dawn's first light, you offer a new start.
Cushioning my falls, you spot me on life's trampoline
and somewhere between estrogen and testosterone
you find balance, both feet firm on the ground.
(Minuanetta)
1/26/2018
Morning chapel
padre preaching
all new to me
came here for a natter
see what’s there to see
every hell has its angels
he don’t know ‘bout angels
how they fight
thrills of a motor bike
chariots o’fire
if he say he do, s’not true,
he aint read the manual
don’t know what a spanner’s for
he just know we threw it in
an’ it don’t work
I’d run out o’ booze
drunk as a lord
awake till morn
got no comfort
I ain’t weak
disinherited me
had nothin’ to give
always empty
it ain’t right
raised hungry an’ thirsty
plenty o’ scrapes
showed no mercy
weak for a tart
love n’ leave
that ain’t odd
yeah, was picked on
fight for me rights
they be-me-attitudes
an’ I’ll not change
bless ‘em they try
‘n they try
I’ll never change
if heaven is gained
through suffrin’
I’m in
man-ah never found
streets paved with bread
much less with gold
I looked for trouble
‘n found it
there ain’t no justice
tain’t no miracle
that’s why I’m here
tain’t no miracle
With any problem or worry, any hurt or complaint
I give it to Him in a hurry before I grow feint
Any need will no longer be, any anger will quell
In setting your mind free, you're mind shall be well
He accepts it all for no problem is too large
There is never too great a fall for the Lord's in charge
No matter where you may be He is right by your side
Look upon the Cross and see as for your sins He died
Whenever I may feel down or as happy as I can be
I think of the thorns in that crown in knowing because of me
My knees tremble so weak and tears flow from my eyes
For even as I seek my own heart full of lies
But He is in every part each moment of my day
Though sometimes it may be tart in losing my way
For I see His great Light and know what I must do
For Him I do right, His love keeping me true
He mistook her for a hooker
And you bet, she’ll not forget
Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted
And for sure now, she is sore
As to whether wearing feather
On your thong is simply wrong
Or if lace around one’s face
At the heart makes one a tart
There are many for a penny
Who deflower by the hour
And they’re mainly dressed plain-janely
Better wake up, it’s a shake up!
Check your mirror, see it clearer
It’s your mind, that’s what you’ll find
Stop expecting, start correcting
Though she’s scented, she ain’t rented
Apple Bouquet
Bouquet of apples adorn on the trees
Born of the flower pollinated by bees
Varieties of apples large and small
Red, green and pinks shade mixes of all
Apples nurtured by cord of the tree
Soft gentle breeze swing apples to see
Bobbing arm branches like child on a knee
Protected and cradled within its soft leaves
Fragrance abound a sensual delight
Sweet or tart some with crispy crunch bite
Healthy are they to keep doctor away
Told to young children parents may say
Pies or crumbles, a delicious made sauce
Picked from the trees gods gifted grown source
Recipes of thousands to call from a book
Even to freeze some easy to cook
Freshly made juice or cider if dare
Mixed in a cocktail just be aware
Treat for a horse you may wish to share
Place on bird table our friends to care
When all is harvest and leaves on the ground
Ready to sleep recoup nourishment found
Pruning the branches care plan for the trees
Seasons new harvest farmers hope to foresee
08.10.20
I'd rather be inside doing the baking
Than the one being baked outside in the sun.
I never learned how to barbecue,
As my Dad ran away when I was only two.
Though my Mum taught me how to shoot for the pot,
Which really hit the spot,
As I could do that without seeing a single sun spot.
My Possum is really quite delicious,
Even if slightly malicious.
I have a habit of making a stew out of rabbit.
Visitors are big on anything made from pig.
It would be a mistake to miss my venison steak,
Or duck out without some roast duck.
My ham and eggs are never green, though quite lean.
Mushroom soup with homemade bread will keep you fed
Til the rest of the food is prepared
You can grub for hu hu grubs for me to roast on sticks.
My roast parsnip contains no arsenic.
I don't have to tout for my trout.
Or make a deal for a pie made of eel.
You can make a toast while I tend to the roast.
Or if you prefer give the gravy a stir.
I won't get cross if you give the salad a toss.
Or set the table if you are able.
We can talk while you find me a fork.
Afterwards I will let you judge my fudge.
If you can still budge.
And I will find some liquor that is still pure.
My apple pie with cream piled high is really worth a try.
Pears with homemade wine are quite divine.
I have an art for the apricot tart.
And you won't get over my Pavlova.
I bake my cakes with fresh eggs which seems to please the hens.
Our honey is worth the money
And our jams are in favour for their flavour.
I produce a cheese that aims to please.
My biscuits soon stray from the tray.
If you want any thing more fancy we can look in the pantry.
With skin cancer on the rise, I think I am wise
In getting up early to watch my bread rise.
Though I am still game to go outside with my gun by my side.
But when the sun starts to hurt the eye,
My oven goes back on high for when you come by.
If you stay the night you can dance under moonlight
And wish upon a star from afar outside of a car.
Wouldn't that be more fun than going out in the mid-day sun.
With your true face scared to be exposed.
The curtain of summer approaches now
It is knitted in the green of the trees
Flowers are saying goodbye with a wow!
Petals will fall and fly afar with breeze
Vibrant color will decorate the land
It is knitted in the green of the trees
Sea will bring coolness to the beach’s sand
Wildlife will gather food, they are smart
Vibrant color will decorate the land
Strawberries now gone, for an apple tart
Nourishing food comforts us, as we know
Wildlife will gather food, they are smart
The curtain can come down for the new show
We’re grateful and ready to watch it all
Nourishing food comforts us, as we know
We leave humidity to wear our shawl
The curtain of summer approaches now
We’re grateful and ready to watch it all
Flowers are saying goodbye with a wow!
Heidi Sands
8/28/21
to swim the abyss ...
dark depths of a sparkling gaze -
your coy, captive eyes
to touch electric ...
my fingers find warm welcome -
your dermal landscape
to kiss hot and sweet ...
tender chili pepper lips -
your fiery flavor
to savor and sip ...
the places hushed and hidden -
your nectar, luscious
to imbibe you whole ...
honeyed, sour, tangy, and tart -
your wine ... drunkens me.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Best Haiku Ever Old Or New" Poetry Contest, Chantelle Anne Cooke, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 10th Place ~ in the "Multiple Haikus" Poetry Contest, Jamie Pan, Judge & Sponsor.
From the pulled-sugar tux
To the pressed-sugar gown,
The sweet candy couple
Will paint the cake town!
From their sugary heads
To their saccharine shoes,
They're the topmost of all
To spread the good news.
They've layers of goodness
Stacked under their feet,
First, a moistened red velvet
Of chocolatey sweet ...
Below that, two inches
Of soft coconut cream,
That rests on two layers
Of strawberry dream!
A tangy, tart lemon cake
Is what lays beneath,
Then almond vanilla
Circles all like a wreath.
Two inches of spice cake
Then gives that support,
And under that, still,
Is a rich German torte.
The base of Cake Mountain,
This pyramid pleasure,
Is double-fudge marble,
A sweet, scrumptious treasure!
But it all looks the same -
Frosted art, to the eyes,
With all the fun layers
As a wedding surprise!
But the rose-gilded sides
All coated with frosting,
Aren't nearly as steep
As what it's all costing!
But don't worry, each inch
Of mouth-watering ice,
Is confection perfection,
And well worth the price.
But if you're still craving
The sweet stuff that's inside,
Seems the groom craves that, too,
When he looks ...
At the bride!
** 2nd Place in the "Relishing Cake Poetry Contest", Julia Ward, Sponsor. **