Research into the prospective matter
Could conclude the beginnings preclusive
end.
She then saw her wants and desires as need
The dophious status of who she sought
made me know that the complications was due
to her lack of reality.
She was bruised from the foolishness of ignorance
and refined in the need of belonging.
His dumbness proved that the historonics of coupling
had an inclusive touch .
Call the mean nun a worthless woman
Might she understand
Her current position
Smile the mean women of Dophious
Shall find him to be villain
The sisters of ignorance of ranxe have been parent
to recreate the horror in life
One has missed
It ain't safe that in ones repression
he or she is remised
the. Clauses and sciences
The formulas to be remenised
The dates and pistachios are
the inspirations of climatic
Episodes
Detailing the need of men
To procreate
in every pack of pistachios there are
one or two shells which are resistant to
the fingernail the addictive leverage
the satisfying splitting apart
you put them aside and save them for later
meanwhile pick, click, chew and finally
return to the awkward ones
refusing to yield their treasure
curse them go ahead curse them you won't
be defeated, you will solve their riddle
you will break their will
maybe they can be persuaded
by tiny hammer or rolling pin
we don't have a rolling pin
but don't we have a nutcracker somewhere
there was one at christmas, and
something else happens more wine
a movie some family business and the
two nuts stay on the edge of the table
waiting to be splintered or just tossed in
the trash in the cold morning light
5 large egg whites
250g caster sugar
380ml double cream
5 tbsp lemon curd
300g blackberries
2 tbsp pistachios, toasted & roughly chopped
InstructionsPreheat the oven to 180 C/160 C fan. Line two large baking trays with baking parchment.
In a large bowl, whisk the egg whites until soft peaks form. Adding the sugar 1 tbsp at a time, continuing to whisk until you have a stiff, glossy meringue.
Divide into three, placing two big dollops nto one baking sheet and one on the other. Spread out until you have three circles approx 20cm in diameter.
Place the trays in the oven and immediately reduce the heat to 140 C/120 C fan. Bake for one hour then turn off the oven and leave the meringues inside to cool completely.
When ready to serve, whip the cream until soft peaks form and fold in the lemon curd. Remove the meringues from the baking parchment and layer with whipped cream, blackberries and a sprinkle of pistachios. Serve in thick slices.
This meringue cake is best eaten on the day of making, but leftovers will keep in an airtight container in the fridge for a day or two.Fagotto Amaretto chocalae and piscatoes
When I was a kid, pistachios
Had shells they dyed bright red
And sure enough, that color
To your fingers quickly spread.
It didn’t wash off easily,
But left a tell-tale clue
About what you’d been snacking on,
That bright red proof on view.
Today, I cracked pistachios
And wondered, as I ate,
Why someone once decided
To disguise their natural state.
No matter why, that dye is gone –
Red fingers not the answer.
For all we know, pistachios
With dye might have caused cancer.
Peppered passions poetic pistachios
Onions fashioned like sonnets season soul
Eggs elevated eccentric embraces
Timeless haiku like wonton soup with sages
Racing red romantic bean ballard
Yellow limericks of potato salad
Salty somber sayings sweetly sly tribute
Oregano onomatopoeia monotone lines of truth
Universal utterances of sensual Senryu
Paprika topping the cheesy poetry soup
A little bit nutty;
A little bit feisty;
A little bit salty
a little bit extra sometimes;
Just a hint of green
enough to turn their eyes;
Just like a California sunset
as unique as a West coast sky;
A little bit intense,
a little goes a long way:
A little bit of flavor
a little sweet to savor;
Hot days cool intimate nights;
Laid back pistachios kind of love.
She
wrapped in ribbons of light
Oh, so sweet a smile
lit
those pistachios in fiery eyes
refilling the vessel of a soul
counting all strings plucked
in excited thrum -
a beating heart
paradise is never far, no
not for me
walked in her graceful dawn
with blooms that go on and on
beguiled by desire's call
She
Charles Aznavour, Herbert Kretzmer (1974) - She
PLATTERS
Platter full of pastries.
Plate of fruits and mixed nuts.
Peaches and plums, so sweet.
Pineapple so juicy.
Pecans so buttery.
Pistachios, cashews
Palatable, tasty.
4/11/21 Pleiades P Poetry
Kim Merryman
Checked: How Many Syllables
I'm spending vacation in my little room
didn't plan it that way
but my loves decided to not work with me
must be the post Xmas blues..
so, I'm living off stocking stuffers.
Designer coffee
Pistachios and
a Jupiter sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for not. But unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries...
about self-absorbed souls trying to gain foothold.
Find their nest in the muck and mayhem of living.
catching curveballs with unmasked faces
stitching themselves up with the devil's thread.
Branding the world with their flavor of selfishness
climbing skyscrapers only to become one with sediment...
I'm not nearly as screwed in the head as them.
3 cups of heavy cream
1 cups of pistachios
1/2 cup of chopped dried cherries
1 cup of coconut flakes
2 cup of marshmallows
1 tablespoons of vanilla
4 tablespoons of great quality nut liqueur
+
2 cups of whipped cream
1 tube of sugar dough
1 muffin pan
melt together cream and marshmellows, add nuts and coconuts add vanilla and liquer
allow to cool and fluff up with whipped cream,
bake cookies in muffin pan, make cups.
allow to cool and fill with filling serve and make your companies proud!
don't sweat this life
-time is man made
there's no beginning or end... its all a titanic lie
life is a continuum of thoughts and events
both glorious and horrifying-harps riding landslides
one magnificent manic-depressive blend.
Didn't get your fill of
pistachios -cocaine- golden things-sex
it may happen in the next lifetime.
or the next-or the next-or the next
sure, there's a creator-an architect. Of sorts
not sure about a grand plan or that destiny thing
maybe it's all one big drift toward the answers...
there is no beginning or end
it's all a continuum of thoughts and events-
science is arrogant-its greatest weakness
it will never catch the speed of light
though it tries
it will never grasp the creators mind
though it tries
it will never cage the truth
science tries to be a creator
but it's an imposter
there is no beginning or end
don't sweat it
it's all a continuum-
Pistachios, once colored red,
With dye that stained your fingers,
Are nuts I really like, although
One memory still lingers.
In Istanbul, at twenty-one,
I bought some from a vendor
And got so sick, that might have been
My thumb-crack nut snack ender.
Though dyeless, they were fresh and huge
And tasted just fantastic
But somehow they produced in me
Unpleasant spasms (gastric).
That episode’s another tale
Yet now, some decades later,
I crack those shells and don’t expect
A stomach detonator.
Still, memory kicks in sometimes
When ‘stachio shells I’m splitting;
I’m glad that that experience
Did not result in quitting.
When snacking on some nuts, I much
Prefer them in the shell
For there’s a bit of work
That cracking open does compel.
It slows my munching tempo
And besides, it’s kinda fun,
Plus the proof of what you ate
Is piled before you when you’re done.
Pistachios require just hands
While walnuts need a cracker,
A handy tool to have in case
You know an almond snacker.
It’s easier, of course, to buy
A bag of just the meats
But to me, the cracking of the shells
Makes nuts such special treats.
Watergate Salad
Fluffy marshmallows in whipped cream and pistachios,
A Grandmother’s classic from generations.
By: Paige Posadziejewski
Am I Nuts?
Chestnuts don’t grow on chests
Walnuts don’t grow on walls
Peanuts don’t come from peas
Cashews come from the fruit on trees
Pecans don’t come from peacock feathers
Pistachios fall from Pinocchio’s nose
Hazelnuts relax in the hazy sun
Macadamias are MacDonald’s big Mac nuts
Almonds are singing nuts, called the Almond Brothers
Acorns come from the unicorns tusk
Nuts are nature’s ways of making sure
We all have a little fun
The biggest nut there ever was
Surely you can see
Is the Nutty Arthur Vaso
Whom wrote these verses three
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