So, preparing stuffing:
Stir the crumbs, broth, onion,
Sage and the seasonings,
Simmering the mixture.
Summer savory is
Special to Newfoundland.
Stuff the bird, bake, enjoy.
I love my veggies, they make me so glad
Radishes, onions, carrots, like my dad
My mother loves lettuce, says it is rad
Tomatoes- veggie or fruit? Best we’ve had
My grandma makes veggie soup, good to me
Full of seasonings too, as it should be
We love our veggies, they make us feel strong
Saying no without tasting is always wrong
So here is my advice and it is free
Try all the veggies, some are really tasty
And thank your grandma and parents too
They know the best things to nourish you
"I smell A.I. as it coldly brushes against me, stiff and analytical in it's digital analysis of my heartbeat, falling short in quantifying that which is experienced within my soul,,,,, this while though presenting the perfect picture of representation, lack's the true seasonings and flavor of life."
Darrell
A.I. attempts to understand the human experience,,,,, breaking it down into digital bits.... "ones and zeros" as we engineers call it. The outward picture comes quite close to an accurate representation of the heartbeat of humanity yet lacks any flavor ,,, any smell,,, any true understanding of my heart and soul .....
I live! I taste! I smell the flavors of life and I pity the paltry machines and their operators who will never know my joys, my heartache, my laughter, my pain, my victory, my loss, my love or my sorrow...
For the gods themselves stand in envy of my mortality !
There's something going on around here, something special.
Something's being tossed in the bowl- (sort of speak). Something that to my likes, tastes and smells as good as any cheery pie, apple strudel, or creme filled pastry. I suppose it's in the air, or, in the soup, if I may say. I sense a great deal of trust, honor and friendship. I trust my gut and soul, for it is soothed and full of warmth. I get the feeling that it is not only I that feels this way. Let us continue to reap the rewards together for in which this community so much has to offer. But it is the "love" that embraces my heart every time I read a comment, poem, or story written by my fellow poets and poetesses. Yes indeed, there's something going on around here. Something that's addicting...and I'm addicted! I promise- to be just another ingredient that adds a little taste to this already very flavorful mixture of sweetness and seasonings from around the globe. Do you think the rain will hurt the rhubarb? "Not if it's in cans" my dad used to say". So, I will continue to add my rhubarb- can or not.
I hope it appeases you all...
Sincerely,
PS member
5 pounds of ground pork shoulder
1/2 cup of ground pork shoulder skin
3/4 pounds of chicken livers cooked and chopped
1/4 cup of white whine
1 cup of pigfeet broth
3 cups of cooked rice
5 tablespoons of minced garlic
1/2 cup of minced onions
1/4 cup of celery finely chopped
1/2 cup of creamcheese
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
2 tablespoons of cayenne pepper
1 cup f red bell pepper chopped
1 seeded jalpeno pepper
1/4 chopped cilantro
2 tablespoons of salt
2 tablespoons of thyme
1&1/2 tablespoons of oregano
4 tablespoons of olive oil
sautee veggies set aside
mix with creamcheese and
and pigfeet broth and chicken livers
in mixing bowl mix
mix fat and pork
mix well and add all the seasonings
pinch a pattie and cook and taste
for adjustments.. mix with creamcheese mixture
using a grinder with sausage casing attachedment
create links
broil ,grill, boil or roast.
you can use
6 pounds of ground chicken
and
1 cup of shortening or butter
instead of pork.
just add 1/4 cup of feta cheese
and ( omit the wine)1/4 cup of lemon juice
with 3 tablespoons of extra dry gin
Listen to the beautiful
Lingering in the tender voices
Mingling with soup, potatoes, chunks
Light joy, garlicky seasonings
Inspiration falling, blending voices
Temptations burning
Away the darkness, the black yearnings
Remember the shadows
Blazing with hues of promises
Erasing the melancholy,
Voices alive with laughter
Smiles knowing the vibrant
Slow dance, a walk through graceful
Truth said…
Together we can tease the
Color from darkness,
Silence the star’s songs with
Wonders beyond our own imaginations,
Feelings breathless and warm,
Forming a memory in the heart,
The soul, conspiring with time to move
From the dark to the light,
Remembering only the breathless
Caress of morning’s sun
Shining on the heart, the smile –
Whispering, trembling, feelings
Bleeding through the dark, glistening
Like the edges of a kindness
Only known to the soul who hears
Hearts instead of voices,
Tears instead of ocean’s spraying
Beautiful in the promises
Made by those who sincerely pray
For humanity, for hope, for grace
For the love in eternal praise
WTF Contest
John lawless
May 29, 2023
Zucchini fritters
Shrimp and Salads
Noodles with olive oil and Lemon dressing
Orange Layered Cake w/ buttermilk frosting
Grilled stuffed Rainbow Trout w/ sausage and crab
spaghetti and meatballs
toasted garlic bread
texas clover leafs ( Hawaiian flavor)
Ole South roasted pork belly with creole and spanish seasonings
chicken, aparagus and mushroom hot dish
Raspberry puree with club soda ginger ale and sweet white wine
Sweet white wine
mango Sweet( white wine with Mango juice)
I believe the roots of love differ,
Between men and women from the start.
Though while generalized and inexact,
The fruits yield a common harvest to the heart.
With men it seems physical attraction is
Needed, to arouse his predatory pursuit.
While the woman must admire and respect
Her suitor, beyond the visual tribute.
Often times when these are lacking,
Any love once built becomes lost.
Whereas neglect may lay claim to the
Atrophy, only to be measured at great cost.
Humanities culture compels this recipe, while
Some seasonings add variety to the meal.
Yet regardless of the male/female interaction,
The family of mankind will survive . . .
And spin the wheel.
My mommy makes the best burgers in town
She goes to the markets around
Shops for steak called ground round
She tells the butcher to grind her a pound
of his best savory steak so lean
Mommy tells everyone she makes a mean,
Patty melt and with onions, only if you please
She sprinkles seasonings, adds lots of cheese
Then my mommy grills it until it’s browned
And until all the juicy flavors are drowned
She puts it on the bun, and then another one
Hanging up on the wall is a neon sign,
"Patty’s Fatty’s Are The Best" come in and dine
Everyone clapped, when my mommy was crowned,
for making the best burgers in town!
Get yourself some swamp cabbage,
And get yourself some ham.
Get yourself some snap peas ,
And the biggest pot on hand.
Boil it up together,
Over a nice slow fire,
Until it's all real tender,
Then take it from the pyre.
Don't forget the seasonings,
Just salt and pepper's fine,
And serve it up with corn bread,
And folks will stand in line.
A picture is transformed by adding
Colors to enhance
And music can make even
The most tired person dance.
Some seasonings can make
Plain foods into a yummy meal
And time can take a broken bone
And help to make it heal.
A ready shoulder can transform
A frown into a smile
With words of kindness and support
To go that extra mile.
When times are tough we are transformed
If kith and kin provide
The love that keeps us going
As it’s glowing deep inside.
seasonings for some
the spice of life ~ just pass me
the salt of the earth
True note: I was married and pregnant, supposed to go to Alaska with my husband. The Senior Chief looks at me and actually says: Did you ever think of having an abortion?
Another loved one was in danger of a similar happening.
Thus I take the subject very seriously, as a mother bear protects her young from villains.
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.
— YOU CANNOT HIDE by Panagiota Romios
How diabolical to think human life is but a plastic doll.*
It’s a magic trick, the saw across the horse.
Arms hanging out of holes, the head too —
they’re spent. Hashtag to all the humans we hate.
Shall we toss the pieces into the garbage salad
or wrap them up to go — oh how awe-fully
the chef describes the seasonings of life.
Oh the madness! The insanity! The genius
hides behind the curtain — it’s curtains,
over pried open knees meant for love and delivery.
Instead…
a cutout of a paper doll, a shadow of evil
as the puppeteers break out in applause
and the screams are hidden unto judgment day.
4/14/2020
Permission given by Panagiota to use her poetry line.
Only Shadows Remain
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
In remembering those we loved,
Naught can alter their time; it’s passed,
So we’re besieged by a myriad of what-ifs?
Now, we face a cascade of shadows,
Rife with seasonings, of pain, and sorrow,
Whimsy notions occupy our minds
About entanglements with the cheat of life;
By gorging on the scraps from life’s table,
He lies, propelled by each zephyr’s motion,
A victim of his own volition;
2 cups of vanilla ice cream
2 cups materialized onions
3 cups of sauteed mushrooms
4 cups shredded roast pork
1\4 sauteed crushed onions
5 cups of egg noodles
2 cups of sauteed cabbage
2tablespoons of cayenne pepper
2tablespoons of thyme
2 tablespoons of sweet basil
1/3 cups of port
1/3 cup of Brown sugar
1/4 cup of olive oil
1 cup of sliced red peppers
1 cup of diced apples
1 cup of raisians
In a sauce pan combine, port, sugar and ice cream, cook until sugar is dissolved
Remove from heat. In a pan, combine olive oil cabbage,apples,rasins,pork red peppers sand seasonings, add, onions and mushrooms, mix well and add garlic, pour sauce over pork, remove from heat and add to noodles. Serve hot.
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