Cottage Cheese and Apple Sauce
So, in the conversation, we talked about different tastes—
How cottage cheese and apple sauce deserved their rightful place.
So, in this moment of trusting things you say,
I applied a heaping helping upon my dinner tray.
Not one aside from each other, but both inside the bowl,
Mixed them up together—and before your eyes will roll...
The concoction is a masterpiece, in sweetness and in cheese,
And I found myself devouring it and asking for "more, please!"
It will become a staple on my dinner plate, for it is a healthy snack;
The creamy apple goodness is surely a life hack.
Heinz 57 Sauce
sweet and savory it does the trick
to add more flavor pour it on thick
grilling chicken or in a recipe
Heinz 57 is the sauce for me
Never bitter or sour taste
some sauces culinary disgrace
More than orange ketchup made for steak
with beef the sweetness goes on great
Flavor pork with a new taste spin
add 57 for a taste bud win win win
Who ever made this a chef supreme
Heinz 57 Sauce for sauces the King.
piquant hot sauces
red charcoal and barbeque
mouth is on fire
tangy zesty tasty vinegar
Velveeta melted on round chips
sharp cocktail sauce for shrimp
sugary red catsup
Heinz 57
honey mustard
Worchester
mustard
sauce
Aromatic crispy duck,
Tangy hoi sin sauce.
Stacks of Chinese pancake wraps,
Spring onions mixed,
With cucumber sticks.
Fingers licked
Quick.
10 / 11 / 2025.
Big news! Sponge Bob married Miss Piggy!
Got pregnant and named the kid Twiggy.
Piggy's sauce was the boss,
Twiggy sucked up the sauce,
But, it made Twiggy a bit jiggy!
Her thirst for Piggy's sauce wouldn't stop,
Sucked it down to the very last drop!
Then Twiggy kept yellin',
Her belly kept swellin',
Looked like a seed tick ready to Pop!
Poor Sponge Bob, had no clue what to do,
So, he bounced off the walls till he knew.
Had to drop to his knees,
To give Twiggy a squeeze,
Leaked sauce on herself, Bob, and Mom too!
Habañero sauce, nice and hot
Dash it all in my cooking pot.
My nose runs everytime I eat.
Every tasty bite brings the heat.
I blow my nose to clear the snot
And I think, “Boy is this stuff hot!”
When I sit on the toilet seat
Is when I really feel the heat!
CATOGORY LOVE
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to inspire: Capsaicin Anaheim
__________________
It completes the sound
it makes itself perfect
it's recommended to those who who love
and those aspire to be loved
I must apologize
I became bored with you
knowing what you'd say often
lead me to be with others
It's exactly what you think
and true to form
might you forgive me
that I shall heed Cupids
call might you say you'll be my woman
I must beg the wealthy and poor
to gift you
the humbled companion
I'm your humbled companion
that It stresses me to
find you not wanting me
yet the next day shall begin anew
often
or more so than what anyone could
understand
Could you love me
and be in love with me
so we can be one together
Love and relationships
work and life
a true understanding
trusted in thought
best to believe
could you trust me again
and marry me?
Twenty sit-up
and a BigBurgerDeluxe
at Slappy's Burger Joint
Dolce Drinkers Specil
Number Twenty Won
Pizza
Pizza dough, gluten free
Prepared with chopped basil
Parmesan cheese, vegan
Prosciutto slices
Pieces of crisp bacon
Parts of baby mushrooms
Pizza sauce, Rao’s home made
If there's one thing I've learned in life:
to spread butter, one must use a knife.
I've one more point to get across:
use a spoon to spread pizza sauce.
Why does your barbeque sauce cost twice what others cost?
Because ours turns blue when it hits hot fries said Mr. Rost.
The grocer took a risk and bought one batch, to be nice.
People protested the cost, which they yelled was over twice.
But this red sauce turns blue when it hits your hot food he said.
One mother bought a bottle to show off to her husband Mister Ed.
You thought blue sauce is a good thing? Hubby asked with surprise.
Ended up being a bad thing because no one likes blue sauce on their fries.
Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit
Grasping his precious jewels
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel switch to eleven so
His unborn kids will know he was stung
A blindfolded face, cigarette tastes,
Tighty-whities, and a Big Mac burger,
A boxing glove hits a fragile place
So he screamed that his meat was murdered
Hot sauce dares with a barren gut
The bottle beckons, its all for good fun
Capsaicin will rain hell upon his you know what
Chug the demon’s drizzle and the damage is done
Office chair races down a favorite hill
Speeding down through memory lane
On my way towards a hefty dentist bill but
Jackassery is always worth the pain
Rock fights in mud is a childish leisure
With a soundtrack of chuckles and thuds
Growing up simple and hollow is a pleasure
When your friends are a bundle of duds
The whiskey on your breath
could make a small boy dizzy
I taste a liquor never brewed”
Emily Dickinson's - The May Wine
I am asking my hands to stand their ground,
vintage wine leaves my soul spellbound.
I don't know where my lips are bound,
my ears hear the glass clicking sound,
I desire to run fast like a greyhound.
Everyone is whispering loudly, I will come round,
some of them don't know my liver disease background,
since I started the sauce I’ve been living in a fantasy fairground,
I can't seem to write anything poetic or profound,
my pens are abandoned in my pity playground.
In pursuit of clarity, I dream of the grapes underground.
I still want them to swirl my tongue around,
I loathe my sympathy party frown,
once I fit in as the resident clown.
Now I’m just a simple fellow
And what I like the most
Is a dollop of brown sauce
Spread on me breakfast toast.
You can keep your marmalades
Jams and your various spreads
Just give me a bottle of HP sauce
Cos I’d rather have that instead
Not served in a plastic bottle cos
At times they can suddenly spurt
And before you really know it
You have sauce all over your shirt.
No, served from a glass bottle
It flows in a steady stream
That mixes with your hot butter
To provide a culinary dream.
You can keep your haute cuisine
Because what I enjoy the most
Is lashings of hot butter mixed with
The brown sauce on me toast
They looked at me in horror
Breakfasting at this posh caff
And one of them had cheek
To just stand there and laugh
And then to make doubly sure
Me and me habits weren’t seen
They went and put me table
Behind a large folding screen
I find it rather irksome that
The breakfast for which I lust
Is regarded by so many as a
Habit of loathsome disgust.
No, I’m just a simple fellow
And what I like the most
Is a dollop of brown sauce
Spread on me breakfast toast.
Attacked by a Big Mac,
With special sauce.
It flew out of his grasp,
Then landed flip flop.
Right there on the grass.
All was lost, had to toss.
Attacked by a Big Mac,
And slippery special sauce.
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