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Baritones Sweet Tooth Get's him in trouble
with his Mezzo Soprano Lady Friend
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He flirts with the Alto not knowing she is freind to the Soprano
who is angry due to his cheating.
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24 strawberries
melted white chocolate
melted dark chocolate
pistachios crumbs
golden oreo crumbs
whipped cream fused with
coconut rum
don't omit the mascarpone
roll sugar cookie dough into 7 inch long by
2 inch wide oval end shaped cookies
bake until golden and cool.
wash and clean
dress strawberries
dip in either chocolate the tops
coat with either nut or cookie crumbs
skewer 6 alternating between white and dark chocolate
set atop oval shaped cookie
decorate with whipped cream
sprinkle coca attop
serve with coffoe
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Family function on the Easter holiday.
Relatives arrive right on time.
Uplifting hugs and brief catching up.
Instantly sit around the table and say grace.
There is nothing better than the scent of food.
Time for dessert: a fresh fruit tart.
A pastry with smooth mascarpone cream filling.
Recipe: rich, slightly tart, and sweet fruit topping.
The star of our Easter dinner.
From a small town in eastern Italy,
A dessert was born, beloved steadily.
Named from the Italian “tirami su,”
Meaning “pick me up,” “cheer me too.”
A medley of classic ingredients combined,
Handcrafted with skill, seasoned by time.
Egg yolks and sugar softly entwine,
Forming a base indulgently fine.
Mascarpone lends its silken embrace,
A creamy richness time can’t erase.
Coffee arrives with bold, dark flair,
Soaking Savoiardi beyond compare.
Marsala, Kahlúa add depth and punch,
A spirited touch to this decadent bunch.
A harmony layered, delicate yet strong—
A timeless dessert where all hearts belong.
Now let us speak of Limoncello tiramisu, bright and bold,
A modern whisper to a classic old.
Limoncello syrup works its gentle art,
Swapping tart restraint for citrus heart.
A sunlit dessert, vivid and light,
A refreshing turn on a recipe time-worn by night.
Crowned with candied lemon, golden and fine,
Pure summer captured in each spoonful divine.
From coffee’s depth to citrus light,
From velvet dusk to sunlit bite,
Each layer tells a story true—
Of comfort found, of joy renewed.
In every spoon, a moment shared,
A taste of Italy, lovingly prepared.
Written: February 13, 2023
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An anathema for,
pilose nettle burns,
an art form of unstable feathers,
tropes across the ivory cuticles.
Melted mascarpone in a figurine,
pearlescent obsidian,
hooping sapped spirit,
sight of the blue sky.
within her boneless flesh,
the artist grumbles severely,
in a strained, velvety voice,
jumping into the air.
Prima picture goes away,
with feeble equine acclaim,
the nest of the forlorn swan,
embracing an ethereal dawn.
Whimsical soprano,
barely etched in matte black,
diploid remains,
a flawless fleck of fascinating fright.
Rakish Requiem for an,
unrequited magnum opus,
rushing on pinewood stains,
on the cusp of collapse.
As she droops on the ladder,
the impresario draws the
opera curtains closer,
while soothing music,
numbs her toes.
When Requiem strolls,
across the stage to the tune of
Mozart pianissimo,
he manages to pull off,
fulfills a task with accuracy.
2nd place contest winner
Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while crisped lyonnaised potatoes are made.
Now with a sip of Pouilly-Fuisse'
tastes flush the palate like a gourmet concert.
A toast to good friends on this wonderful day
as ice wine chills to serve with dessert.
A plate of old fashioned Bananas Foster-
perhaps in the morning, eggs benedict with lobster!
Old Willy’s ice-box housed nothing but cheese.
Row after row of perfect pillars packed
with gouda cheese, bleu cheese, mascarpone cheese
and a bit of brie (though for cheddar lacked)
all sealed in air-tight capsules and aligned
in such a way that no available space
went to waste. When his health declined
and failed in 1616, his cheese faced
a litany of tests as physicians
marveled at how it seemed to resist
decay or time induced decomposition,
the results of which have since been published
and studied by goats like me who mock that cheese
while hypocritically writing poems like these.
11/19/2018
Neck a smooth, cylindrical mold
As sheathe with fibers carefully rolled
Pale, satin sheen artfully scrolled
Grace on soft, silky strands doled
In light, silted hologram to behold
Calamus breathes through each fold
Herbal essence from tight pores cajoled
Swabbed cheeks cloud high cheek bone
Naturally brushed with light coppertone
Puffy mounds rise from savory scone
Cherry gum drops brim o'er mascarpone
Cherubic glow of a polished sandstone
Exuding savory Rose scent laced with pheromone
Nature's stimulants, a nurtured love to hone
Bosom, gilded vines on terraced grove
Sprouting cherries, fertile arrow of Jove
Dangling from chest sealing frothy trove
Coarse sifted mounds, plump kneaded loaves
Descending into a deep, musky cove
U-shaped funnel vents steaming stove
Releasing mellow aroma of a sweet clove
Heavenly tiramisu
Cognac mascarpone
Lady fingers espresso
Cocoa sugar eggs
Layer and finish
Ecstasy –
Love
For the contest, “EAT ME!”
a strawberry granita
mascarpone cream
whit chocolate marshmallow
potted shrimps and pies
green olive sourdoough
rose water
Tea ?
mussels,dill & aquavit
white truffle custard
and black truffle ragout
salted caramel
mascarpone sorbet
different
choice!
Mascarpone roulade and
Strawberry meringue
Elderflower syllabub
Marsmallow skewers
Vanilla cheesecake
Banoffe
Sigh!
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