Phytonutrients: They
Cabbage and Turnip Greens
1 tablespoon of basil
1 tablespoon of5 cups of sliced onions
5 cups of sliced red bell pepper
10 cups of sliced cabbage (shredded)
2 cups of turnip greens
1/2 cup of garlic minced
1 can of tomatoes diced
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(carmilize in a 350 degree oven for 35 to 45 minutes)
2 cups of chopped turnips
2 cups of cubed sweet potato
5 cups of diced cubed white potatoes
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9 cups of picnic shoulder broth
2 cups of chopped picnic shoulder fat and meat equal parts
8 Italian sausage casing removed
in a very large pot add pork fat
sausage and pork,
onions, garlic,, bell pepper
let it sautee for 15 minutes.
add broth
and cook turnip greens
at least for 60 minutes check tenderness
add potatoes cooked turnips, and cabbage cook until the cabbage is done up to 15 minutes.(store bought or home made Potsteamers#30)
reserve some of the pot liquer from the turnips and cabbage
about 3 cups- in a steamer of collender with a pot with a lid
allow to pot stickers to cook0
serve turnips and cabbage with the potstickers!
I want you to stand in front of the tv
Vacuum when my favourite show is on
Wash the floor with the steamer
And me smile as if it’s fun
I want you to not hear what I am saying
And ask questions already resolved
As I shake my head and laugh
You say you need some new shoes
I want to hear you sneeze like a scream
And make me jump when my back’s turned
I’ll eat catleta with tomato soup
And remember all the bridges we’ve burned.
I want you to make me laugh and annoyed
Will you promise you’ll never leave me
I never want your sofa empty
And I love your feet under my nose
If you go I’m bound to follow you
It’ll be down to you if I take the last step
So, be sure to stay forever, please
I can’t live with an empty chair.
David Cox 08/12/24
Dehydrate 10 steamer clams
skin removed or skin on
dehydrate 2 inch ginger root
1/4 inch turmeric root
grind together and sit aside
add 2 tablespoons of dried lemon zest
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon of white pepper
2 tablespoons of onion powder
2 tablespoons of garlic powder
add 1/4 cup of cream cheese powder
3 Tablespoons of powder chicken bouillon
4 tablespoons of powdered conage
2 Tablespoons of Bacon Powder
Mix together and label as GOLD!
Confidence
Written: November 11, 2023
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Oh, what strength and valor the heart may be!
As a way of enduring life's various struggles,
Minor flaws are where it typically falls poorly.
Which develops drastically, days troubles
We brace for battle by bearing sturdy gear.
To meet physically with something awful.
Defiantly ignoring the potential to feed fear
And convey your fierce drive to win, lawful.
An anonymous, as feathery as a fluffy cloud,
A thoughtless phrase, a glance, a demeanor
Destroys our smug sense of awe; to be proud
Both stamina and vigor vanished in a steamer.
Despite whether it is stubble-covered or spare,
Losing may as well teach us how life will dare.
The curiosity shoppe
Was the place to stop,
For something unique
... A rare antique
With floors that creak
A treasure in itself,
Amongst the keepsakes
Lining each and every shelf
Under layers of dust
Upon layers of rust,
Hoping to snare
... A buyer's stare
Leather-bound books stand
With their titles erect,
Rifled through by many a hand
Now showing signs of neglect
A belted steamer trunk
From a ship that sunk,
A top hat for the gentlemen
An inkwell, a fountain pen
Here and there, a lamp
Was always dimly lit,
By an old rocking chair
Where someone used to sit
A delicate China doll
With a painted smile,
Next to dainty teacups
Stacked in a pile
Open for business
With an eclectic mix,
The Unique Antique Shoppe
... Closes at six.
Up there it stands in its glory,
Of old-time story,
A blazing ball,
All elements heed its call.
At dawn, it rises from its chamber,
Awakened from its slumber,
It emits its light,
From its utmost height.
Nature's gift for the day,
It shows us the way,
After gloom has cast its shadow,
After the night has blurred the window.
It births renewed hope,
To hearts that have gone down the slope,
The treasure of summer,
It warms the atmosphere like a steamer.
He was a tramp steamer mate,
She an Amsterdam whore
That he met in a street bar
On a few hours leave ashore.
They pretended they were lovers,
Maybe a new husband and wife
And, just for a few hours tried
To live a day in that life.
He wined her and dined her
Tried to do everything right
Booked a hotel room
Just for that night.
And she played her part.
Even whispered his name,
Maybe for a little while
Even forgot it was a game.
When he left her in the morning
He said I’ll see you again;
She nodded as she walked away
But neither said where or when.
a total news blackout
but anyone would be the same
the public never knew of it
did it matter?
they were doomed
from the start
my mate didn't care
about the FA Cup last week
the germans don't
care about the percieved
or actually non-existent
football rivalry with England
sweep the battle losses
under the steamer rug
if you win a tin cup
you'll refer to with pride
it took me a day and a
half to get over Nelson's
death
(stick the kettle on)
but that's when it came to life
Villeneuve an outstanding
time bomb
THE ENEMY IS AT SEA!
Trafalgar
like all historical events
momentous and noteworthy
immaterial and beside the point
He had a handsomeness that spoke about his character
Yanez was instantly drawn in, by his nobility and his strength
He had integrity even if he did not understand the evil of Brooke
His teacher Macassar had prepared him for everything but this
Governor Brooke figured out this curious man was coming
Wanting answers he did not want to give; he was a jealous man
Kammamuri vocal as Yanez, pleading with Sandokan to stop this quest
He kept moving forward, catching a steamer turned toward Labuan
Marianne was the most beautiful woman Sandokan had ever seen.
She was daring and clever, nothing like her diabolical uncle.
Their hideout was the Island of Mompracem, referred to by pirates
Under the name The Tigers of Malaysia. Their adventures were many.
Beside the placid waters of the Rhone
A classical village rises to meet the sky,
The magnificent steeple an inverted cone
Hoists a Saint Anthony’s cross to passersby.
The placid waters of the Rhone reflect
Tightly crowded flats along the banks
While gondola-like barges quietly bisect,
Creep behind a steamer in solemn ranks.
Beyond the placid waters of the Rhone
Behind where the hamlet cannot expand
Where artist has never dimensionally gone
Are meadows and fertile stretches of land.
Above the placid waters of the Rhone
And the village so central to this scene
A cerulean sky lends a peaceful overtone
With wispy clouds, a sight not often seen.
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Brussels sprouts for breakfast, Brussels sprouts for lunch,
Sprouties served with iced champagne to make the perfect brunch!
Boiled and drowned in butter, or juiced to make a punch,
Brussels sprouts the tasty treat that I just love to munch!
Now I love to have a pet around but not a cat or dog,
Don't want no flop-eared bunny, or fat pot bellied hog.
My sprout plant does not need a walk and never gives me fleas,
Just lots of tender Brussels sprouts and I call her Louise!
Sprouties by the bowl full, sprouties by the plate,
I'd like to have a buck for very Brussels sprout I've ate.
When I take my final dirt bath, just so there are no doubts...
Plant me in a steamer trunk well packed in Brussels sprouts.
I can’t abstain playing of this water-flow-air-soil ;
River arrive to my home breaking bank.
Kite arrive to fly me cloud by cloud
Fire arrive to burn it’s branch through me.
Fish arrive with net catching me
Steamer arrive to ride on me
Library arrive to me reading.
Ask myself, what's me ?
Me lost in dress of air.
Lake Léman must float
the weight of the city –
Its grey stolid affluence
needs hydraulic help.
Our paddle steamer chuffs
beyond the tall fountain.
For a while, grand houses
bob beside us.
In Geneva the poor must fit between
the opulence.
Up ahead, Mont Blanc,
and other Wagnerian massifs,
begin to shrink us into fisheyes.
Then sunlight spills its sky
into the deep waters.
Suddenly we are afloat on mountaintops!
I could be almost happy here
if we were not just renting this moment.
When we return to the city
the sky will be gray once more,
the poor will still be poor.
Outside the stylish patisseries,
sparrows will still fight for crumbs.
As a dreamer, I never once dwelled on schemers,
so, as a believer, I fell for him, a deceiver.
I was never an anger screamer and tear streamer
until romantic panic lay me down as griever.
I believed his story, his strengths and regrets
which had me set to gently drift into his net
where hidden, as yet, were his sharp-hearted threats.
He spoke of love most profuse when he played to seduce.
I revealed all my truths, he used them for abuse
while running hot then cold to steer me towards confused.
Oh, he was charm, lushness and warmth, a manly steamer.
Then he was harm, harshness and cold, a heartless quiver.
Playing the fool to his cruel, is my self-debt,
one my brain did not deduce, nor heart now excuse.
blue is a number
after huckleberry squared
formula for rain
orange is a song
felt in the crook of your ear
louder than buzzing
animals are green
so is every magnet
and the earth's moisture
all feelings are white
contained in brown steamer trunks
old moths fly away
black is an engine
unimaginable speed
then it disappeared
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