Nutmeg Poems

HERE'S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE

HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE! 
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the morning sun rises high and bright
     pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!

the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
     cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.

I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
     the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.

the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl 
     flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl. 

so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
     I'll take a slice, come what may.

so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
     I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.

EVERYWHERE, EVERWHERE, TIS PUMPKIN SPICE

EVERYWHERE, EVERYWHERE, ‘TIS PUMPKIN SPICE! 
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The leaves haven't even thought about turning,
still stubbornly clinging to summer's green,
but the grocery store screams orange.

You see them, the usual suspects, transformed.

Twinkies, once golden vanilla sponge cakes, 
now a suspiciously orange hue,
promising pumpkin spice bliss.

Hostess Cupcakes, frosted swirls of autumnal delight,
their chocolate depths now haunted
by the ghost of gourd.

Oreos, America's favorite cookie,
now betraying their chocolate heart
for a limited-edition fling
with their pumpkin spice centers. 

And M&Ms, ah those little, 
candy-coated spheres of madness,
each one a tiny, orange lie,
whispering of harvest festivals
and sweater weather.

‘Tis a pumpkin spice apocalypse,
a sugary sweet, nutmeg and cinnamon invasion.
I laugh, a little crazed, a little delighted.

Bring it on, I say,
to the Twinkies, the Hostess cupcakes,
the Oreos, the M&Ms,
let pumpkin spice reign supreme!

Yes, let's be honest,
it's ridiculous, but
I'm totally here for it.

Now, where’s the pumpkin spice Pepto Bismol?!

An Apple's Sacrifice

'Tis true, noble fruit, green or red,
you'd rather be alive than dead,
but when cruel fate says you must die,
you do so, proudly, for apple pie.
When that ultimate price is paid,
and I solemnly apply the blade -  
oh, the horrifying pain and fright,
as you endure this culinary rite.
Try to think of it as fruitful fun,
smeared with nutmeg and cinnamon,
your sliced up body laid in a bed
of flour for pastry, not for bread.
Have you been prepared for what's in store  
when I bend to close the oven door?
In an hour, I'll fork you and you'll scream,
your fragrance escaping then as steam. 
Your tale ends - you meet your final fate, 
covered up with ice-cream on my plate.

Tarte Citrus Notes

10 chicken breast filets
split a pounded
in a food processer add.....
2 chicken livers steamed
1/2 cup of mushrooms
1/4 c wilted arugula(chopped)
1/2 t nutmeg
11/2 c of ground chicken
1/4 cup of heavy cream
1/4 c of crumbed bacon
4 Tablespoons capers
1/2 cup of cream cheese
1/4 cup of fresh parsley
3 crushed garlic cloves
3 tablespoons of grated parmesan
2 tablespoons of  conage
1 teaspoon of cayeene peper
1/2 t of fish stock
1 t lemon juice
mix smooth....................................

spread creamed mixture over chicken breast
layer 2 slices of procuttio
roll breast 
coat with seasoned flour
(in a blender combine)
1/4 c corn flakes, 1/2 c seasoned bread crumbs)
add to
2 cups of flour
3 T salt
3 T cayenne pepper
paprika
black pepper
onion powder
garlic powder
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2 cups of panko bread crumbs 
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olive oil for frying
bake for 25 minute on 350 use a thermometer

Serve with
smashed potatoes
and smashed brussel sprouts
and honey-buttered corn

dessert
almond rasberry tart
with pastry cream and vanilla ice cream
with white chocale shavings

Apple Cobbler

"Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness." ~ Jane Austin

Granny Smiths, apple cobbler
Fit for a gobbler
Cinnamon and nutmeg too
Joy for me and you
Walnuts, wine, why not?
Steaming hot - 
eat!

The Scent of The Moon

let
your mind
be free
with
the
scent of
gingerbread, 
pumpernickel,
nutmeg, 
banana bread,
spring rain,
vanilla extract
and 
sweetgrass
to be exact
is the 
scent of the moon
at last
I
am sure
then
let your
mind be free

Phyllo

Phyllo 

Sweet taste of baclava.
Drizzled honey.
Crunchy walnuts.
Hint of nutmeg.
Warmed to delicate crispness.

My mouth waters.
Eyes light with delight.
Nose twitches in anticipation.

But…….
Here I stand at midnight.
My kitchen a doughy mess.
Rolling and re-rolling phyllo dough

My trials and tribulations
on display with cracked
and torn doughy pieces
spread across the counter.


Exhausted, ready to give up.
The baklava seems miles away.
Time wasted proving I can’t
make phyllo dough.

I slouch in my chair.
Depression seeps into my soul.
Then, with a grin, I remember
my favorite Greek restaurant opens
in the morning.

Apple Butter Jam

spread thick and smooth on crusty bread
a warmth that lingers softly said
from apples ripe with autumn’s care
a spice-laced story lingers there

the pot would bubble steam would rise
as time would brew its sweet disguise
cinnamon whispers nutmeg sighs
a comfort born beneath cool skies

each spoonful holds a season’s glow
the orchard’s gift a quiet show
oh simple joys a timeless balm
in apple butter’s tender calm


(got some for Christmas whoot whoot)

Christmas Kind Of Love

When the warm nutmeg spirit of generosity
moves you year round,
a Mrs. Claus heart fills your smile.
It's a Christmas kind of love on
any given day,
it has you singing, "Joy to the World,"
with your Yuletide soul soaring 
pool side in the middle of July.
It's a Christmas kind of love
throughout your life. ~

Steeped in Legend The Mallard Mimic

The Mallard Mimic 
is a myth....
it calls for a well trained
chef to use his knowledge of meat and wines
to create a standard
that many would wish for
and are willing to pay
to have
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the usage of duck fat to cook white potatoes
and then be arranged as scales attop
a turkey cutlet
that is stuffed with
mushrooms, prosciutto
olives,shallots
spinach
a sprinkle of nutmeg
and garlic with
a slight touch
of anchovy
on top of a bed of puff pastry
served with
a  garlic parmesan roasted
asparagus dish
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with a side of 
maple pecan
butternut squash
Medallion
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with a buttery eggnog
yeast roll
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One would
crumble pork rinds
and truffle zest
add grated cheese
and sprinkle it across the top
and serve with
Malbec!
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So say's the Myth!

Whisper of Youth

Whispers of Youth

Dusty boxes, like forgotten books, Hold chapters of quantum leaps— My first steps, tiny and determined, Leading to a world of wonders.

Goat’s milk, flavored with Grenada nutmeg, A remedy for cow’s blandness, And lactose intolerance—the secret code Of those simpler days.

Cod liver oil, Sunday mornings’ ritual, Bitter drops to ward off unseen foes, Mumps, measles, whooping cough— Childhood’s battles etched in time.

Curiosity fueled my quest: Pebbles, night crickets, butterflies— Each a treasure, carefully collected, One line at a time.

And that snarky bird, Caged, then set free— Freedom’s squeak of happiness, A lesson etched in feathers.

The kitchen window, a gateway, Its slight squeak echoing freedom. The bird, banana thief turned guardian, A debt repaid in whispers.

Childhood memories preserved, Not just atop that distant hill, But in the flutter of wings, And the quiet moments we cherish.

Feel free to add more verses or share more memories—I’m here to listen and weave them into poetry! ??

Le Chicken Moussette Stadio

3 Tablespoons of crown royal
1/2 t of nutmeg
5 Tablespoons of parmesan (grated)
2 Tablespoon of Tarragon
2 T of chive
1 teaspoon of cayenne
salt to taste ( about 1 teaspoon)
1 teaspoon of lemon juice
2 T of parsley
4 Tablespoons of chopped bacon cooked
2 T of ground cooked chicken livers
2 Tablespoons of crushed garlic
2 T of troffel oil
Heavy Cream
3 egg whites
4 Pounds of ground chicken
puree chicken to smooth paste 
add cream until smooth
add cheese,garlic,chives,parsley,
and tarragon and bacon
add oil and wine
mix smooth with and add egg whites
mix until pale and smooth
using a whisk fluff up 4 egg whites
into peaks.
incorporate egg whites into chicken mixture and set aside

in a greased muffin pan line each port with puff pastry
add caramelized onions
caramelized mushrooms
and grated parmesan cheese
and prosciutto
top with chicken mixture
bake for 30 minutes or until done
serve with a hollandaise and garnish.
Serve with roasted garlic aparsgus.

Tapioca Pudding

Soft and sweet tapioca pudding
With bubbling, steamy milk
Sprinkled with sugar, nuts and raisins
Flavored with nutmeg spice
Creamy, toasty mixture
Cozy treat 
Smash!

Christmas Wedding

mistletoe
                          joyful, festive
            embracing, kissing, sighing
          holly, nutmeg, eggnog, snow
           dancing, swirling, laughing
                       radiant, ecstatic,
                               bride

checkout

I'm in line at a store, and I'm bored,
Typing on my phone, restless and alone.

I’ve got light-blue nails, like the sky or your eyes.
I like them, it’s my favorite color - I don’t know why.

I’m buying flavors for my coffee, nutmeg and pumpkin spice.
I like having coffee in the morning, when it’s cold, they’ll taste nice.

There’s a really old lady at the check-out, she’s moving very slowly.
She’s paying with cash and coin, from a pouch, counting carefully, holey-moley.

She’s frail and reminds me of my Grandmère, with her white hair,
her sturdy shoes, I want to pick her up and hug her - but laissez-faire.

When my turn came, I waved my Apple watch over the pay terminal - it’s fast and contactless - like the whole world. Does anyone hug old ladies anymore?

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