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Baritones Sweet Tooth Get's him in trouble
with his Mezzo Soprano Lady Friend
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He flirts with the Alto not knowing she is freind to the Soprano
who is angry due to his cheating.
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24 strawberries
melted white chocolate
melted dark chocolate
pistachios crumbs
golden oreo crumbs
whipped cream fused with
coconut rum
don't omit the mascarpone
roll sugar cookie dough into 7 inch long by
2 inch wide oval end shaped cookies
bake until golden and cool.
wash and clean
dress strawberries
dip in either chocolate the tops
coat with either nut or cookie crumbs
skewer 6 alternating between white and dark chocolate
set atop oval shaped cookie
decorate with whipped cream
sprinkle coca attop
serve with coffoe
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They wanted something special
She delivered.Using her creativity
She developed a creamy base for
Waffles something that could make
The Gods marvel.
Heavy cream, clams,peppers,garlic, onions
Lemon zest, chicken broth, sun flour seeds,
Ranch dressing, broccoli, cream cheese,
Parmeseam cheese, mozzarella
Made into a ice cream and dehydrated
Used to flavor A waffle mix.
Served with maple syrup and sausage...
The second is a butternut squash, heavy cream, chopped pistachios bacon, chopped raisins , Carmel bits bourbon and vanilla, with egg yolks
And sugar. Made into an ice cream then dehydrated. Mixed into a waffle mix.
Severed with bacon and real maple syrup.
Love inspires!
Optimus duo ex tribus cabit !
There's no method to my madness,
no reason to my rhyme.
My heart is filled with sadness.
There's no solution to my crime.
Life is a campaign of attacks,
a sequence of living hells -
I hope that when my cover cracks,
you'll enjoy pistachios in shells.
Yes I have no bananas
but I've got a cashew or two
and a lovely bunch of coconuts
walnuts quite a few
an armful of almonds
plus peanuts for the zoo
oodles of hazelnuts
or filberts if you will
a plethora of pecans
pistachios are here still
no ands ifs or buts
I'd give my nuts
to you each morning
if I had my way
again in the evening
and at the end of the day
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 my vacation in my little room.
Didn't plan it that way.
My loves suddenly decided not to work with me.
Must be the Xmas blues.
I'm living off stocking stuffers, Designer coffee
Pistachios and a Jupiter-sized bag of m&ms.
This situation is necessary for now, but unsustainable.
I'm also binging on documentaries.
About self-absorbed souls trying to gain a 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 lifetime
There's no beginning or ending; it's all a titanic lie.
Life is a continuum of thoughts and events.
Angels riding golden harps atop a yellow avalanche.
One magnificent manic-depressive blend.
Didn't get your fill of
pistachios -cocaine- shiny things-sex.
It may happen in the next lifetime.
or the next-or the next-or the next.
Sure, there's a creator-a grand architect of sorts.
Not sure about a grand plan or that destiny thing.
Maybe it's all one big drift toward secrets.
There is no beginning or ending.
It's all a continuum of thoughts and events.
Science is arrogant-its greatest weakness.
It will never catch up to the speed of light
or the speed of creation, although it tries.
It will never grasp the creator's mind
it will never chase down absolute truth.
Science tries to play creator, but it's an imposter.
There is no beginning or ending
. Don't sweat it; it's all one glorious continuum.
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