The new potatoes
have arrived in the market,
the cauliflowers too.
For now,
I have no interest
in any of that.
Crossing through
forests and groves
of flesh and blood,
without an oar,
I am moving forward
towards
a pink-coloured flood,
where
I will be able
to cry a little.
There,
ever-flowing
through a forest of reeds,
I will be able
to become
a deer in pajamas.
But no,
it is not that
I am going somewhere to die.
Death
is no one of mine.
Between
truth and falsehood
I am now swinging.
The morning rooster
watches in astonishment
as I carry
in my right hand
the voice of a boy,
and
in my left,
the voice of a girl.
I,
now bearded and moustached,
am also there,
beside the swift-flowing
river of melancholy,
though
in the courtyard there
is no
orange tree.
And yet,
tearing myself away
from my own pain,
I want
to embrace
the masculine scent
of an orange's body.
mashed smashed scalloped au gratin
tasty potatoes
my favorite vegetable
with salt and pepper
seasoned and sassy
buttery
hot
meatloaf with sugar topping
side of potatoes
marvelous combination
onions optional
bake for an hour
delicious
yum
My dad was a meat and potatoes man
Stuff like quiche, wine and cheese he couldn’t stand
Mom once served him Chinese
Dad said, “Mom, if you please
Dump that lo mein in a foreign trash can”
My friends are like potatoes,
They can be salty or sweet.
They can be too much of everything,
Or nothing all at once.
My friends are like potatoes,
They can go soft if they know you,
Usually their skin isn’t thick,
And they’ll try to get through you.
My friends are like potatoes,
They’ve grown from nothing.
Sometimes I get greedy and keep them to myself,
But I cant finish much in one sitting.
My friends are like potatoes,
You can try them in multiple ways.
But be careful how you sharpen your knife,
Because they too, have a blade.
meat and potatoes were my Daddy’s meals
mac and cheese are for other heels
he slathered ketchup on every piece of meat
liking a dessert, anything insanely sweet
pizza? no. tacos? absolutely not
and he did not like cake that was store-bought
Daddy was picky about what he’d eat
every meal needed meat and something sweet
I love mashed potatoes
with salt and pepper
with peas, corn or carrots
with creamy sausage gravy
you can keep that brown gravy for someone else
I love mashed potatoes
rolled up into balls and covered in chocolate
presented as candy
I will eat them with ketchup or Heinz 57
There has never been a mashed potato I would not eat
We're goin' out to Idaho where the potatoes grow
honey we're leavin' quite soon
but if you call it quits then I've had my chips
and like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon
I'm over this Sunshine State yeah I can hardly wait
baby we're leaving at noon
but if you say 'No way!' and you wanna stay
like the wolf I'll be a-howlin' at the moon
if we don't go to Idaho where the potatoes grow
darlin' don't know what I'll do
I can't stand the strain it's drivin' me insane
and like the wolf I'm a-howlin' at the moon
if we load the luggage in the car
and hit the road it ain't that far
no it ain't so far to go
we'll be there before you know
and I won't be a-howlin' at the moon
please don't let me down don't turn this dream around
'cause you don't need to hear me
howlin' like the wolf a-howlin' at the moon
Culinary creativity
and experimentation
"Smashed potatoes...
I garnish them basil
Partially douse in salt"
Sensory delight
and pleasure
"Boredom in the water...
Popped and butter
What a tasty substance"
Joy and satisfaction
"Numb, numb yum mashed
Creative and playful
Expression of culinary delight
And the joy of cooking
3/22/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Scriptural reinforcement
- 1 Corinthians 10:31: "So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God."
- Deuteronomy 8:10: "When you have eaten and are full, then you shall bless the Lord your God for the good land which He has given you."
- Acts 2:46: "Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts."
It is all good until they grow eyes and watch you
O'Rourke has left Ireland with all he owns in a knapsack.
He is going to America with sunshine at his back.
The Irish soil is dotted with potatoes now turned black.
O'Rourke has left Ireland and he is never coming back.
Amongst the rotting potatoes, a seed has begun to sprout.
On the stem shall a four leaf clover grow, surely there's no doubt.
Soon the rot will disappear. Ireland's luck will turn about.
But O'Rourke is gone for good. Raise a mug and give a shout.
as much as she whipped
never could get the lumps out
meal time at Grandma's
The potatoes are cooling in a pretty blue dish.
Looking like hillside stones or sleeping piglets.
While waiting for the litter to cool off.
I thought about the many wars being fought...
On our beautiful blue planet of the newly forsaken.
Millions of innocent lives selfishly taken.
How much money and time have been wasted.
Lobbing bombs into robin's-egg skies, no wells of life being dug.
No mustard seeds planted, while white crosses are sown.
From which nothing but heartache ever grows.
The potatoes in the pretty blue dish have cooled enough to eat.
Wars tend to harden over time and will never cease to be.
Plantin' the Garlic and the Potatoes
I can only Hope in the Heirloom Tomatoes
The Daisies push up well past the Day
With Evan Porter sleepin' outside in the Fray
Charlie ' s in a row out at the plant
And Grandma Moses is lookin' for Dry Land
The Ocean washes up the Effervescent Shore
And taxes those who bore
And set out upon the Whistlin Waves
To find her that went beyond the pale
God's holy Ghost in Pale moon shroud
With gatherin' Girls lost and Found
My favorite vegetable is a potato
I will eat it fried, filleted, with salt and pepper.
Bring me butter
That won’t be enough
Some people add cheese.
I am not interested in that, unless it is cheddar
shaved, on the top of sour cream and chives.
Yes, I love a baked potato loaded and potatoes scalloped
I adore French fries, also made from the beautiful potato.
I dip them into barbeque sauce or honey mustard.
Keep the ranch to yourself, I have never liked it.
A sweet potato is not the same. You can have it.
Unless it is loaded with cinnamon and brown sugar.
But wait, let’s get back to my favorite which is the potato.
I like potato soup, I love potato salad. I like potatoes in my chili.
I love corn and butter with salt and pepper over a potato.
I like beef and noodles over mashed potatoes.
I like potatoes smashed, bashed and dashed.
Give me a potato in any form.
I love them all.
Potatoes forever if you ask me!
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