A velvety creamy bechamel tantalizes the senses
with its complementary cinnamon and nutmeg.
Seasoned meat of choice presented in intricate layers
among lasagna-like noodles of eggplant and zucchini
guarantee an ultimate gourmet party for the palate.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
What is it? What could it be?
something special in the recipe
Is it from Gramps or Grandma
dear Mom or sneaky from Pa
That unique taste special blend
did you get it online or from a friend
Not quite vanilla or cinnamon
just a pinch of flavor a smidgen
Not to sweet or even sour
but boy oh boy does it have power
Did it come from the orient or France
so good makes your tongue dance
Almond extract just a touch
nutmeg but don't use much
Brown sugar with cayenne
lemon peel or soy sauce from Japan
What is this special spice
should I ask Alexia for advice
Whatever it is makes eating good
happy taste buds are understood
Gather around now don't shove
the secret ingredient it's made with love...
of course.
He thought he was a MacIntosh,
but he'd not have his buttons pushed.
Alive until his life was stopped,
he was peeled and sliced and chopped.
Alive to the moment he would die
and baked into an apple pie,
his last words shouted to his mom,
"Anoint me in nutmeg and cinnamon".
He beckoned a walnut from his shell,
crying, "You and I are going to fiery Hell",
but covered in a blanket of crust,
he went to Heaven where all pies must,
bathed and buried in vanilla ice-cream,
he was only a delicious dream.
The bliss is real as I sink into each bite
Arterial consequences I won't consider tonight
Recipe easy: just eggs, cream and sugar
Though perfection with added nutmeg and butter
A touch of vanilla - oh, I'm in lust!
Double the portion size - oh yes I must!
Egg custard is the unglamorous name
Custard me again and again and again
Reaching for more, I don't know how to stop
Eggsactly - my craving is over the top
Mmm murmured as I'm finally sated
A dessert I conclude is very highly rated
Bridging the port
Calming wakes, defined as sport
Not needing any legal court
Only a scoreboard
Pointing which door
An Indianapolis checkered flag
Or hiking Arizona’s crags
Going in zags
Seeing single stags
Boys Fightin Illini windy gusts
Wanting a middle city bust
Girls giving USC, a nice tri
Enjoying a Final Four high
Reaching dunking heights
Friday night
Huskies have in sight
Next day another round
For the Nutmeg town
After dinner
There will be a winner
Due to an early evening rise
From southern gamecock cries
Serving gourmet steaks accompanied with eggs
Worth the beg
Two or three
Spectacle we believe
Are the attempts
Message sent
On the hardwood
By those who are good
Getting two points
Across the arena joint
But do not despair
What is fair
If your academic grades are not there
Since Huskie national championship hopes, are on the air
This Topped with a Balsamic Blueberry Vinagereette will
make oh-ah-ooh sounds come from your pot's
cabaret,crooner special...........
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1/2 cup Roasted pumkin seeds
1/2 cup of crisped bacon crumbs
1/4 cup of mozzerolla
1/2 cup of parmesean cheese grated
1/2 cup of drained chopped spinached cooked
1 teaspoon of grated chicken liver
1/2 teeasoopn of fish stock
1 tablespoon of lemon juice
1 teaspoon oif nutmeg
1/3 cup of sauteed onions
4 Tablesoopns of garlic minced
4 tablesspon of olive oil
1 grated egg yolk
1/4 cup of sauteed mushrooms
1 teaspoon of vinagar
1 teaspoon of cayeene
mix well and set aside for 3 to 4 hours
3 tablesppoons of brandy
1 tablespoon of honey
2 cups of cream cheese
serve with roasted lamb slices
on texas toast garlic bread slices
a basil garlic and olive oil tomato and cucumber side mixed with yogurt
to add a tangy side for tomato lovers
great sandwiches with out the yogurt
Speak such as mine.
C pers 2.2. Dumpling
26.25
13/12.5
7,5/6.15
3.75/3.025
1.875/1.51425
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3 cups of blackberries
5 cups of white grape juice
1/2 cup of congac
1 3/4 cup of sugar
1/4 t salt
2 cups of water
Simmer til purple sauce forms
Tame sweetness with
2 teaspoons of lemon juice
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Dumpling mixture
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4 cups of selfrising flour
1/2 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of sugar
3/4 cups of almonds chopped
1/4 cup of melted butter
1 egg
1 teaspoon of vanilla
1 teaspoon of almond extract
1 t of cinnamon
1 teaspoon nutmeg
2 cups of buttermilk
Mix thoughly adjust moisture
Drop dumplings into simmering berry sauce
Add white grape juice to readjust sauce
Cook dumpling done about 15 minute
Thicken sauce with 2/3 cup of heavy cream
Plus 2 Tablespoons of cornstarch slurry
And 5 tablespoons of butter.
Serve topped with slithered almonds and ice cream.
Little nutmeg will now recite her poem...
I sit quietly on your spice shelf,
You notice the others, never myself,
a humble tin of ground nutmeg.
Please hear me. I don't wish to beg.
I wait here, nightly, wide awake -
please put me in your pie or cake.
Thank you, Ms. Nutmeg. Uhoh, it looks like she's doing an encore...
Please put me in your cake or pie.
If you don't, then I should die,
longing to be gently sprinkled
by your loving hands, so wrinkled,
into a pudding made of rice.
Don't you think that would be nice?
I sit quietly on your spice shelf,
You notice the others, never myself,
a humble tin of ground nutmeg.
Please hear me. I don't wish to beg.
I wait here, nightly, wide awake -
please put me in your pie or cake.
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Christmas Eve’s finest sin~
a bowl left out,
a dash of gin
mixed with cream
and nutmeg dust.
Chester the squirrel placed
his tiny paws
around the bowl,
tipped it with drunken swoon,
licking the rim with reckless glee.
One sip, two—then thirty-two.
Why is the tree spinning around me?
His cheeks grew rosy;
his tail unspooled.
He hiccupped and wobbled,
declaring himself
"King of Forestown,"
tried to wrestle a lawn gnome
for crimes against
his newfound throne.
By dusk the fence post
wore a Cheshire grin.
The oak tree swayed
like ocean waves.
He misjudged a leap~
(oh gravity!)~
clung to a branch like a wind-tossed leaf,
whispering who moved the sky?
His tail, once crisp as autumn’s snap,
dragged like a half-hearted flag.
The stars, he swore,
were almonds~
if only he could crack…
Dawn found him curled up
in last year’s nest,
dreaming of
nutmeg, cinnamon
and dizzy flight~
while the world
spun, spun, and spun.
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Outside the Pinecone Coffee Bar,
dappled sunlight sifts through
oak branches like powdered cinnamon.
Beneath bark-striped awnings,
two squirrels sit debating
virtues of hazelnut cream~
claws tapping porcelain.
One stirs her espresso
with a twig so precise,
the other debates nutmeg~
twice or just thrice?
One sips with pinky raised,
with dainty, pawful grace;
the other gulps hers,
prefers dark acorn roast.
They chitter-chatter
and lean towards one another,
tails twitching over stolen scones,
plotting the morning’s next heist:
a sugar packet,
and in which oak to nap in
when the caffeine fades.
Squirrel named Nutmeg, full of cheer,
Drank eggnog (his downfall, I fear).
Staggering with tail asway,
He leapt onto Santa's sleigh~
"On Prancer!" he shouted—oh dear!
Christmas comes calling each year around,
Ringing in joy and celebrations profound
A message of sharing wrapped in delight.
Culminating the year in hopes soft light.
What does Christmas mean to me,
Opens a floodgate of memories.
The snowy beard, the bright red hat,
A jolly belly — imagine that!
From distant lands with mystic aura,
Santa arrives — every child’s euphoria.
Candied fruits,
Orange and cinnamon induced,
Plum cakes so rich,
Ginger and nutmeg enriched.
Pine, fir or spruce,
A woody aroma to boost,
Poinsettias add colour and glam,
Enhancing old terraces charm.
Wreaths and mistletoe on show,
Reindeer and Santa in tow.
Christmas stockings, filled and hung with care,
Unwrapping gifts, joy fills the air.
Candy canes and twinkling lights,
Together they usher in delight.
A time to care, a time to share,
To breathe to life each Christmas prayer.
To pen new tales of love and kindness,
And light the world through winter’s brightness.
Your kiss is like nutmeg on my tongue
Hot and spicy enticing me to respond
Notice how red your touch is at hand
Weak brown knees can hardly stand
Passionately my heart skips a beat
Head over heels in love feeling free
To be a little silly with rose colored glasses
Feeling sexy sweet and sticky like molasses
Are you real or in my mood
Have I created thoughts of you
pumpkin
baked in a pie
I smell cloves, and nutmeg
cinnamon, ginger and allspice
tasty!
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