Pecorino Poems - Poems about Pecorino

... No pease porridge for me if you please neither hot nor cold especially not if what's in the pot is nine days old for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa (no pottage slop) I'm predisposed an......

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...I awoke this morning in a reflective state, Considering my life in the Johnston estate, And my trials and tribulations as a mouse, Living, as I am, actually, beneath their house. Cats, bird......

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...it is one of those dinners leaning in the doorway, she is working to her, this is a simple one spaghetti ala Carbonara she explains it to me as she processes pancetta is meat from pork belly s......

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...My eyes scan over the table. My taste buds begin to perspire. There’s so much food here on offer, so I wonder what I’ll desire. There are some beautiful salads. There’s carrot, corn and green......

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...P Patience is a virtue, a footstep A Along the road of life, ambrosia T To a world in turmoil; the tiniest I Interjected bits of soul food like, Fusilli, E......

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...I love me some Pecorino Romano cheese The taste is divine, it brings to me my knees! I love it on pizzas, generously. I love it on my chili And crackers. A......

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...PASTA: A FORK OF HEAVEN In a pot of bubbling boiling water, I drop hard nine inches long bundle of farfelles.. Minutes passed,between my fingertips, I pressed one strand, ......

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