an elk rib rack frenched
pinot noir
garlic
slab bacon
pearl onions
tomato paste
mushrooms
celery
red bell pepper
cayeene pepper
thyme bay leaves
carrots
brown all edges of the elk in olive oil
allow to cool
add wine and salt
Mccormick seasoning
all to marinade for three hours
in a dutch oven
add oilve oil 5 T.
cook bacon !/2done
(1/2 raw add lastly)
sautee carrots, celery,
red bell pepper
add mushrooms and
remove from heat
and add the rib roast
pour in wine
add one cup of water
pearl onions
thyme and bay leaves
add tomato paste
season with more McCormick's
cook for 3 hours at 350.
make a gravy and mash potato's
-----------------------------------------
serve with a grilled veggie salad with goat cheese
and garlic bread
Night comes and there's a tangible release.
My muse finally feels free to wander.
We share a glass of Pinot Noir.
The words flow like magic onto paper.
AP: 3rd place 2026
Her countenance,
Is like a poem, or a Pinot:
This form brings a bouquet,
Dressed with notes –
Bad Luck for the Vampire Teeth
It was such a gloomy Halloween day
The Vampire Teeth tinted with blood,
and delicate pinot noir (bottled not yesterday),
went flying over a field of western redbud.
From his side,
a drunk goose
struck him. The Vampire Teeth cried,
‘Watch where you fly, you goose!’
Then ten more geese smacked into him (frown, frown)
So so winded he couldn’t stay in the air,
and he fell quite fast down down down
into a big crack the length of a bear
in the road that boarded the field square.
No one heard his cries for help.
Then his voice box broke.
Then a limping construction worker Mr Kelp
who was too broke
filled in the crack (with some egg yolk)
with cement angrily demanded by the folk.
No more ancient Gaelic Festival of
Samhain for The Vampire Teeth.
All because of
those stupid geese, and that worker Heath.
My sister's favourite 'snack' is filet mignon.
I'm less of a carnivore
and will be quite satisfied
with caesar salad and a baguette.
Of course I'll want to wash it down
with a generous glass of pinot grigio.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2026
in the late night hours
i like to take things slow
i sip a glass of chardonnay
merlot or pinot grigio
through my bay window
i'm watching the fall of snow
i sit back and relax
setting the lights down low
with pen in hand
i just let the words flow
AP: 2nd place 2025
Razor back clams
she put the veggie
oil and olive oil
together in a bowl
and put cayenne and
dried peppers in the oil
where she had
crushed 10 cloves of garlic
heating the oil to extract the flavors
she let it cook
for 6 minutes
cooling over night
for lunch the next
day she would be entertaining
more than 55 people
for rehearsal
of the orchestra
razor clams
and nutria
and lsenga
would be the stars of
the table
chef Monday would
cook to the delight of these people
who needed to fine tune
there act.
Stuffed Nutria
the hindparts stuffed with
crayfish and sausage
a dry Alsatian pinot blanc
to accompany the parmesan and
lemon and pine nut combo
that coupled with crayfish and sausage
I asked my wife what was the best way to
cook a Muskrat and I told
her done. I aint got nothing against the thang
I just wanna do it with people I will likely need there
opio and loyalty to me and I to them
like this opera player
due to there need to
focus and fine tune to be absolute professionals.
the Fox 41 has never lefted us abandoned.
Ongoing rows of trees
branches reaching binding
crawling braiding trunks of
olive trees capturing my senses
warm breeze glides down my
spine the ripened forestry handfuls
delightful ripeness historic scenery
as I mastered the monopoli landings
the essence of extra virgin oils pour
to perfection stored in tins we carry
them between the lemon zest aroma
of the countryside an afternoon filled
with pacifying my fancy with a charming
pinot noir settling down between the
largest tree trunks split into from thousands
of years of draping olives trees throughout
the hillside magnificent magnitude strength
balancing heritage while embracing culture
saving the old country the vanishing Puglia
winding down
relaxing with a glass of pinot
enjoying the subtle joys of life
going with the flow
swaying to the rhythm
of mellow music
soaking in the sun
and late summer vibes
and then it's leonard cohen on low
from speakers in a far corner
feeling oozy feeling fine
like an unexpected soft caress
enhanced by the effects of wine
sensations warm and mellow
embarking on a journey of delight
transported
yes indeed transported
AP: 1st place 2026, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2024
colour palette spilling with paint on grass,
vision to capture nature on canvas,
makes myriad strokes, eyes strain behind glass,
creates butterflies, pupas with larvas.
meadow he paints with million shades of leaves,
sky is pure golden, light filters through trees,
to add impact, network of twigs he weaves,
he is bending his back, down on his knees.
cider, oak, and others to him unknown,
paints replica of which God would be proud,
sun flower so real, attracts a drone,
soon draws admiration of local crowd!
weeks he took to create his master piece,
each season that nature creates with ease.
Written 4th Nov 2023
10 syllables each line
12+2 lines
Emile Pinot
The Grandeur Of Fall poetry contest
Checked with Rhyme zone for perfect rhyme.
grammar checked- Poetry soup
Head down, ear pricked in curiosity,
The vizard of sleep dancing across
Plump, pink, tired cheeks.
The thump-thump-thump,
A familiar beat, pounds against
Almost-resting ears.
A sound locked in memory,
One that weathered the storm
Of a troubled infant’s sadness.
Not-quite sleeping, eyelids fluttering,
She reaches out for the warmth
Of mother’s hand.
An exchange of heat awakens
Tactile memories of that same touch
From years long gone.
No longer an infant, nor a child,
But secure in the lock-and-key embrace
Of maternal love.
In mind’s eye, those hands are unchanged;
Adorned with gold and sapphires,
Marked by a life lived well.
Blonde gave way to grey,
But the beauty of her youth only aged
Like a cask of the finest pinot blanc.
Tired eyes open once more,
Graze mother’s face carefully
And remember every detail.
Mother’s safety is remembered once more,
Tightly wrapped in the memory
To look back upon once more.
For Mama’s birthday.
Start over
This breath is new
Even for the despicable
Breathe
Start over
This cup of coffee is new
Like never before
Drink
Reborn again
This body is dry again
The wine in new skin
As Christ promised
Reborn again
Temptations made new
Baptized by Pinot Noir
Humbled
If only I would believe
I come out the womb again
And again
If only I could believe
In faith in starting over
One more time
Do I have a choice?
Faith does its work
Till eternity ends
the dancing will go on for hours in Greece
we are younger and prettier here
after a bottle of pinot we are more clever too
and our dates get prettier
I'm singing in the tub, just singing in the tub.
What a glorious feeling to scrub-a-dub-dub.
Just me in my bath, with bubbles galore.
I don't even mind if they spill on the floor.
I've a smile on my face as the stress flows away.
Great way to relax at the end of a day.
The record plays on as small candles glow.
Dark chocolate on hand and a glass of Pinot.
All the aches melt away as I lay back and drift.
Best room in the house, as a bath's a true gift.
I don't need a lot, and my small tubs just right.
To help me unwind and sleep through the night.
Welcome to Maison Ruinart
be sure and visit our cellar
It is like a dark gothic cathedral
We are one of the best vineyards in France
Chardonnay or Pinot Noir?
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