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Choux Part 3 En dehors

salt and pepper six large beeff bones bake at 350 for 35 to 40 mins.
remove a cool
remove marrow from the bone and set aside
2 cups of chopped minced fine cremine mushrooms
1 cup of olives chopped fine
1/2 cup of minced onion
2 T of minced garlic
4 T of roasted bell pepper
1/2 stick of butter
salt and pepper
1 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
4 T conagac
2/3 cups of heavy cream
2 T of dried thyme
Cook the mushroom duxelles. Sauté very finely chopped mushrooms, shallots, and thyme together into a flavorful paste. 
mix in marrow
mix well and set aside

We want Two cups of cooked fork tender pot roast
shred pot roast into small fine pieces
and add to the mushroom mixture
cut the Pate A Chouxs in half removing any extra filling
or remove the tops
layer prosciutto in the puffs and
add beef mixture
serve with Crispy Garlic Parmesan Fries
and Salad with a light vinaigrette and
Cabernet Sauvignon and Merlot
Enjoy!

Echo's Spiral Inward

An echo is felt, touched, recalled,
it drums against our hearts,
strikes softly upon the ringing
shell of being.

An echo hammers upon an open door,
it is unconcerned with any closeted desires,
it is not ours to interpret.

Echo's image comes to us
wrapped within a blossoming,
an ever-opening vowel of vocalic enticement.

Lily-padding slippers tread lightly
yet step loudly upon the mind.

I welcome all dark flowers,
their language is throb and vibration.
I am awakened by the sensual stem,
pulled up into an erotic drumming,
resounding echo's don, the flesh of myself.

Echo is the face of memory,
it is the naming of names,
Echo returns our call
whether spoken or not.

For a moment we tremble like a leaf
that the wind impartially fondles.

© 33 mins ago

Middling Mild

Ducks are up in the air,
it is early - too much
a middling.
Nature lures,
leads us on,
the weather is wrong.

Icy licked stems
are surprised.

Defrosting ants and marmots
patch and mend,
loggers lean on buzz saws.

People take pause,
store bobble hats
and puffer jackets.

Today, to the contrary
the snow is heavy,

any hint of avian romance
is indefinitely delayed.
© 48 mins ago

Safe Place

The large iron safe
has an old-fashioned locking system,
levers need to be pulled,
dials twisted, knobs turned
back and forth.

It is a closet, a room
to enter and lock behind you.
It is taller than a bent head,
yet its sides
are miles wide.

In a dream hotel
I have sequestered myself
for safe-keeping.
I have left my pants
laid out neatly on a bed,
shoes stuffed with newspaper
gagged upon a creaking floor.

Here inside the thick iron door
of this lock-up,
I can sleep in isolation,
until time crows
within my secluded heart,

then my body
once more is offered up
to be bolted upon the cross
of humanity.
© 12 mins ago

Unity

Unity
Mankind must find its unity,
      of every color, creed, and race.
We must join together,
      so we can move out into space,

What we have done to this planet,
      because of what comes to this place.
There cannot be any immunity,
      from what the climate brings to the planetary community.
© 16 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith

Observing a Cliche From a Rocky Promontory

Above the heat
the sky is flecked with ice.

The sun is no longer burning,
it’s a ghost lamp swept by the rags
of a coat-tailing wind.

There it is - arriving out of a hazy distance
a living cliché, a Bald Eagle
It must have caught a thermal.

I think of all the medallions and coins
it has been stamped and embossed upon;
here it is
an existential exclamation mark.

The eagle veers away
turning deeper into the ice-blue.

No one witnesses this,
even my eyes watch cynically,

the jaded disappointment of this sadness
is darkening my sight.

All hail to the he American eagle -
slowly disappearing.


© 59 mins ago

Summer

Summer
The summer is coming, first the spring than the summer,
    it gets very hot we must not,
          we must not get anyone shot.

From time to time, things may go very wrong,
    then we must be so strong,
        and learn to go peacefully along.

We must avoid a bummer,
    allowing people to be told,
        of advancement bold.

© 37 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith    rhyme

Keep the Lid On

Keep the Lid On
There is no reason to throw away years of progress for a momentary,
    fit of anger,
        you will not obtain a profit from rioting in the street,

Do not play into the hands who would like to turn the situation,
    to their means,
        and roll good laws retrograde.

Keep the lid on for your own good as well,
    I have no snake oil to sell,
        acting in your own interest keeps your freedom free.

So far you have shown great restraint,
    that's more than I can say for the Memphis police,
        indictments have been made the guilty will pay.
a time for calm and reason © 10 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith    justice

Earthbound Paradise

Earthbound Paradise

Ruby red sapphire blue blossoms stand,
    in the diamond stream,
        little silver fishes play.

on a sky of robin's shell,
    Cotton puffs of cloud,
        golden gobs of sunlight glow.

Jade jewels of verdant green,
    along broad banks,
        of mink made, grow.

Ermine blasts of petals,
    lie beneath the shadowed shade,
        of tawny trees.

The pulchritude of paradise on earth,
    in my mind's eye clearly seen,
        since birth.
            visited only in a dream.

sometimes no what the time words
flow. © 30 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith    nature

Fields of Chaos

Fields of Chaos
Amid the fields of chaos, we must establish some  order,
    we cannot let anarchists run amuck,
            we can not let our democracy die this way.

They are people who can't be constructive,
      Know only how to be destructive,
              now we must strive not to take a dive.
My dearest BBG thank you for a lovely evening, I think I have suffered an overdose of love, and I can't wait to see the type of relationship which begins with "until death do us part" thank you for the loving spasm. © 17 mins ago, Terence Cummings Smith

More Time

More time
More time
All things take time
Then the time we have
The time we need
Feed off our time to breath
The greed of time
The time off greed
All things take time
So everyone wants more
The young, the old
The rich and the poor
What do you do with your time?
The time you don't need to pay for
The time that is free?
Do you skydive or ski?
Pray or read?
What to do with the time left for me?
30 mins to an hour
Is that enough time to rise to power?
Build a garden full of flowers
I use my time to look at the sky
I ask why
Why do we need more time?

Neon Dreams

And demons scream
Into the crowded sky
Of lands built in absence of mind
Of neon dreams, diners,
Haunted Malls n parking funeral lots
A ghost nation walking the wastes
Of neon dreams n marketing schemes
Hell is in the ancient seems
Of neon dreams n one-night stands
Money sex power and fame 
All looks good on credit cards
Religion, politics, the oldest game 
All know no shame. 
All covered in the hues of shadows 
Of neon flickering, dreams dreamt 
Of future crimes
Of lost memory, lost history 
The strategies in mysteries
Feeling the grime
All look good in televised glory
All just video violence in 30 mins clips 
For the short attention spans theater of the mind
Dead eyes plugged into silicon 
Systems of a dark web ruled
By something unknown, unseen as...
It dreams in neon!

Sum-Thang Specail

My love.....My love!

4 pounds of raw peeled 
Devine's shrimp (chopped)
1/4 cup of chopped canadian bacon
1 cup of finely minced broccoli spears
2 cups of boiled and mashed yucca root
2 tablespoons of cayeene
2 crushed garlic
4 tablespoons of minced chives
 3 cups of self rising flour
4 eggs
1 cup of coconut milk
1 cup of evaporated milk
3 tablespoons of lime juice
1 tablespoon of gin

Mix well, form balls.chill(35 mins.)
Fry in olive oil.

Steam some asparagus
two bunches
 In a hot pan add 1/4 of olive oil
Two tablespoons of minced garlic
1 smashed chipotle peppers
Extract flavor. Remove from heat.
Allowed the cool, strain and remove
Three teaspoons, mix with butter,
And toss over asparagus. Sprinkle
some parmeseam and serve.

3 cups of sliced apples
1 cup of apple jelly
1/2 of crown royal vanilla
1 pie dough

Melt the jelly with crown royal.
Arrange apples on pie crust
Paint the apples with jelly
Cook until the pie dough is
done. Sprinkle with
sugar and cinnamon.
Serve with sum vanilla ice cream.

Aye God

giesa minute
whits yer rush
youve had my whole life to judge me
2 mins widnae kill ya
whit would i ask
would i call you a bas
beg for forgive
I'm Scottish please
oor music scares bees
have you seen oor kisses
From the Glasgow of cities
F**k-f**kety f**k f**k
how we swing our knees
as our beds we leave
we the widdershins people
trying to pull back the last tock

Jim's Not a Master Baker and Jan's In a Jam

Jim’s fingers are grimy, oh dear
He has a solution I hear
As Jim loves to bake
Scone mixture he’ll make
Of his cakes I am steering clear!

Jan’s in a bit of a jam
My microwave’s a sticky mess
Strawberry pulp’s splashed on my dress
I must find a programme
On how to make fruit jam
Mine’s dreadful  I’ve  gotta confess

Written after I did gardening this morning… and then baked scones go with my paltry effort  of attempting to make strawberry jam in the microwave. It boiled over and was everywhere was covered with a gloopy mess , took me 20 mins to clean up but I retrieved what I could and boiled it and made some passable fruit conserve 

06/26/20

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