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funny
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When did I get old

we are all drones on the freeway today
hardly any excitement this side of the bay
then two crazy racing drivers head our way
They whip past me, one yellow, one gray

Youngsters I think rolling my hazel eyes
Unsure actually, their windshields dark as spies
But they drive like maniacs, like I did at twenty-three
When did I turn into old aged sourdough me?

I send a prayer down that freeway for them
two children of someone, named Mary and Jim
Crashing would be devastating for all of us
wanting to join them in their speeding, I give a cuss.
never thought oldsters were any fun
Yet now I have turned into one.

Mildred’s Onion Rolls

A colleague once gave me, on paper,
A recipe written by hand
For Passover rolls
And one of her goals
Was for choices I’d make to expand.

Though they can’t substitute for a bagel
Or some sourdough or seeded rye,
For the holiday week
When some bread I might seek,
They’re a stand-in on which I rely.

When I make them, I’m thinking of Mildred,
Though I’m certain that she is long gone,
But when I form the dough
Into roll shapes, I know
That her spirit I’m carrying on.

This Wanted to Be an Ode to Pain au Levain

Sourdough crumbles under my hands, 
flour thick on the counter, white haze 
same as my father used to breathe in. 

The skin splits where I score it, steam 
unfurling from the center like something 
trying to leave. 

I eat the heel first, next its soft middle, 
then the quiet between bites, imagining 
what’s left of his lungs. He was convinced
his anger would bully up, save him. 

He hated me, and now it’s just me 
communing with wild yeast. 

Hallelujah.

Crackpot Dream

Crackpot Dream

Instead of a Blessing,
I'd Like to Propose A Toast!

SOURDOUGH!

Wahoo!

I Love Sourdough
An Underestimated
---TANG!---

Better Than No
Irritation.

No Really...
Stop Making That Face...

---crunch---

It 
Had a Mother,
YOU KNOW.

-Gray Squirrel

11-09-2024

I Find Her in Everything-A Poem About Change

I tend to mourn who I used to be,
To think of all the change I have endured–since birth, until now. 
I think about how happy I was as a child,
Rocks and sticks were my friends,
I talked to the birds in the trees, and they talked back,
The smell of my grandma's sourdough pancakes was the best thing in the world.
And the Earth was so small–I could hold it in my tiny fist.

I often feel like I let go of her,
Like she got lost while I grew up.
Other times I can see her smiling at me in the mirror, in awe of all in which she has become.
I can feel her when I cry about how beautiful the birds sound,
When I think about how deeply I love,
Or how I still sleep with her teddy bear every night.


I find her in everything.
I find me in everything.

the Baker Boys

The Bakers Boys had a bakery for as long as I knew.
We would get fudge, cookies, cakes, and pies from them too.
My grandma bought sourdough and rye.
My mom would buy cookies from no other guy.

Why do you call them boys? I asked my mother.
She had no answer, but I heard snickering from my brother.
You forget she is old too, said my sister, better watch yourself.
Every kind of dessert was laid up on this bakery shelf.

The Baker Boys were in their nineties now.
They added flavored milk which they made from a cow.
Why do they call them boys? Asked my tiny granddaughter.
Not sure I replied. But their bread is fresh if not hotter.

Nacho cheese

Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
,...................
Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
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Teriyaki Roasted pork or 
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
.............,........
........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers

Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake 
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum

.........
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Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
.......
Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!

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Nacho cheese

Ground brisket and red bean chili over rice
,...................
Deep fried spaghetti noodles w/zucchini
and bacon and marinara sauce
..............


Teriyaki Roasted pork or 
Teriyaki Roasted turkey
W/ broad noodles and vegetables
.............,........
........beef half smokes
In carmelized onions and green peppers

Sweet potato pie
Bourbon carmelized
Pecans
And cheese cake 
and brownie yeas
turnovers w/ coffee and rum

.........
.........................
Sourdough cinnamon rolls
With apple and radians
And brown sugar Carmel
.......
Smoked boneless rib sandwiches
Slathered in bbq sauce
One a toasted
Bun w/ the fixings
Served w both sweet potatoes fries
And our English chips
Don't forget the pickle!

..........

Health Kick

He's on a health kick,
Running until he's feeling sick.
No alcohol or flavoured  vapes,
Sleeping eight hours with closed drapes.

Chopping up veggies with brown rice,
Drinking green smoothies with cubes of ice.
Avoiding French fries and burger meals,
Measuring his blood pressure when he feels. 

Chicken is his only meat,
Especially eaten as a treat.
He has decaffeinated tea and coffee,
And natural sweetness in his banoffee. 

Enjoying pasta with basil oil,
Some sourdough pieces, quite small.
Swimming daily fifty lengths,
To keep up his body strength. 

He's a regular at the gym,
His personal trainer looks up to him.
Because he's on a health kick,
And exercising until he's feeling sick.

A Smile To Began the Evening

Contrasting and full of range.
He featured styles that were
 in tuned to her octaves.
She wished him to shine to
show a world her discussion making
abilities. She knew that her range
her assignment would be to
convince him to agree to a point
in the song where
her low range would be answered with
his higher range
her low ooh would be answered
with her higher ooh
until they reached the section of
the piece where the tempo of the
 song changed. Octaves to
describe rallentando to
accelerando or vice versa. He would
have to understand and
agree:
to make the rendesion the best
 interpretation of a rendering of
 the piece. They would talk it over
in a horse and buggy to assure the
gentlemen that she was honest and 
sincere. The virtuosity of the man
is all she demands.

      To There Own Ambition
Black salsa with garlic and cilantro
with charred green onions
and Ribeye steaks
Sourdough yeast rolls
Garlic parmesan and cream rice pilaf
w/ toasted pine nuts and pancetta

Blackberry and Molten Chocolate souffle'
w/ vanilla ice-cream
with Muscat de-Beaurmes de Venise

A smile might began the evening.

There Wallez

1 cup of cooked chopped bacon
7 tablespoons of dehydrated garlic
5 tablespoons of olive oil
,5 tablespoons of butter
5 tablespoons of crushed garlic
5 tablespoons of dehydrated onion
1/4 cup of sour cream
4 tablespoons of butter milk cultures
2 tablespoons of lemon zest
1 tablespoon of fish stock
1/4 cup of crushed sun dried tomatoes
5 tablespoons of dried parsley
1& 1/2 cup of pie dough
Kneading and mixing throughout.
Roll concockcion into 1/4 inch layers
Roll dough to disiered thickness
And place bacon dough mixture
Within regular dough creating a pocket
Enclose meat dough within 
Plain dough.
Deep fat fry or
Bake.
Top with sourdough and
Chives.

Butter Heart

beats submissive heart
seldom ever stops beating
for if it does death

for the kiss of life
seldom ever stops beating
love is eternal

hearts as fire burns
churns as butter sourdough
for if it does death

4/10/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022

Bread and Circuses

bread
edible, necessary
nurturing, sustaining, supporting
sourdough, wheat; big top, entertainment
laughing, clowning, applauding
nomadic, enjoyable
circuses

written January 14, 2022

MOVE

It’s always sunny in the city where you feel your brother’s love
Like a shiv that someone’s thrust into your side.
Guess those Quakers let their sourdough turn rancid over time.
Now it’s hard to shovel s**t against the tide.

Who wouldn’t shower Santa Clause with snowballs and abuse?
They'd had a losing season, after all.
There's more to what it takes to live in Philly
Than some documents from Independence Hall.

Saw on TV, over Cobb’s Creek, there’s a standoff with police.
The cops intend to turn some vagrants out.
A spark on Osage Avenue might liven up the night.
Just a taste of what this City’s all about.

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