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.
No Pillsbury cookoff to show off
No competition in who is the best
Oven with a bake idea
The serving with a craving
Dough turning into a bake
Perhaps a Layer Cake, Cupcake or Pie
Maybe even a new recipe to try
Decisions, decisions, since it is the festive holiday, maybe Christmas cookies
Wait and see
It will be a dessert
Rolling in dough
No relation to money
I might add the ingredient of honey
Doesn’t matter what the Pillsbury will be
Taste bud mode in dazzling sweet
An aroma to the senses
Oven is prepared for the bake
The Pillsbury Dough Boy stance
Tickle, Tickle, Tickle
Laughter that follows
A little Wingle, Wingle, Wingle
Pillsbury bake masterpiece complete
A dessert, please sit down and eat
Delightful to the taste
It didn’t burn at least.
THE LION WHO RUNS FROM A LION
Born of a Lion
But raised among sheep.
Stronger than iron
But shiver like leaves in upsweep.
Boldness is one of your identities
But at the sight of your clan,
you flee in company of groupies
And scatter before God and Man.
Instead of taking your territories
As it is written from the Genesis,
You succumb to your enemies
just at the sight of their emissaries,
Not knowing the old saying of wise words:
"He who runs because he has seen the Lions
can never run faster than he who runs
because the Lions has seen him" in the woods.
Since the son of a Lion is a (lion) cub,
Then the son of God is a god.
That's the veracity you have to absorb.
Accommodate this truth in your taste bud.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright© December2022.
The whole world knows that
Adding vinegar to chips and fish
Turns the whole offering into
An almost Earth shattering dish,
But how many people know,
How many people realise
The amazing effect to be had
By adding Mayo to your fries.
Almost a Damascus Road event
The first time that you try it
Just take the humble spud
And very quickly deep fry it
Then take a huge dollop of
That thick yellow stuff
Don’t worry just how much
You can never have enough.
A nice thick blob to make
A very tasty tasty dip
Then use one by one
On every single chip.
An explosion of joy
Follows each immersion
It really is a case of
Taste bud subversion.
Oh vinegar can be nice
It never ever goes to waste
But lather on the yellow stuff
For that cosmopolitan taste.
It’s the simpler things in life
That can give it zest and glow
Like a bag of red hot chips
And a splodge of Mayo.
You can keep your Fine Dining,
Your food artfully arranged
Your Meat barely cooked,
Oh how things have changed,
Just give me fish and ‘taties,
Wrapped and ready to go
To be Eaten with the fingers
Hot fish and ‘taties alfresco
Did you just say that word!
Stretch it out to ‘good’ and it’s still bad.
We should stop labeling the wordless
or make the word ‘God’ so small
that it lives silently
upon every taste-bud of the tongue,
but don’t let that smallness escape
to speak,
for then again the subject
won’t be worth talking about.
On display, million dollar vessel in canal's sunk tide
Tucked away, among mangrove mud clotted denial
Puce pearl oily oyster tender is tenebrous, enduring
Glorified twilit stygian tomb stratum, fruit forbidden
Subtly shell punctured soluble beach, myriad shards
Enigmatic still with wetness' enhance, violet invites
Transferral from rigorous guard to transfixed vouyer
Probing unknown, chin agitated by revelation's rush
Patron wary of sandbar swayed by his colossal wake
Thaumaturge paramour aperture, a mollusc's burrow
Gasp, splutter, passage - sanctum, envelop and cove
Obstinate bow, depth sounding judge of her operandi
Taste bud enticement taramasalata melt into biscuit
Stalwart Steersman, sweet repertoire most romantic
Whale taming fables embrocate mute hearts smooth
Pourboire urges matinee performance, raised salutes
Second March
- set sail on money seas -
Reconcile from reality, - enjoyable voyage!
~ 'Limerick-Style Rhyme' ~
if a perfect food there be, it is fruit
a flavor for every taste bud it does suit
from the sweetness of cherry and plum
to peach and apricot nectar for rum
fruit's nutritious, a non-caloric dessert, to boot
Fuji
crispy, tangy
lying, waiting, sending
fragrance outward, taste bud tested
apple
Written: February 23, 2020
If it smells good and tastes good, I will be munching
Eating is not about caloric number crunching
My taste bud is the judge and not the dietitian
Water, oil and heat there is no complication
Vegans have turned me into a carnivore
Better run, can’t you hear the canine roar
I dig deep into my fried chicken and t-bone steaks
I make a nutritionist salivate and dieting fake
Sorry dietitian I am lost in your jargon
The directions I look for, is how to get the tin open
The ingredients just look like a periodic table
I am used to recipes and not a chemical symbol
I keep simple it, greens for thin
I make the oil ripple, meat for fit
I can't lose touch with the starch
Some extra protein wont make me a glutton
just as moon melts slow
sharp pin pricks in each taste bud
so soft you opt glide
first you eclipse top
lips on beats at closed eye lids
scent maddens nostrils
it's now velvet shift
meandering footsy falls
pink heat from gold sparks
moon now in mid sky
half lost in your blue onslaught
it's cannabis mist
warmly soft journey
full river orange massage
moony soft fingers
now the cup is full
purple calm with restive bull
stories of dream wool
July 20, 2019
Multiple-Haikus Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jamie Pan
some one asked
where i was going
going down
downtown
just take this
one way street
all the way down
to her town
it's a wonderful
place parking
rubbernecking
a garden plot
that thickens
with climbing
roses so rosy
taking time
to smell
the wine
take a sip
taste bud swish
always good
to pair
with
the proper dish
H2o, showers does cause colorful flowers on earth to greatly bloom
It is on the atomic table: this of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen
It being the transportation medium for all nutrients needed
Vital for all living cells absorbing their daily organic sustenance
H2o, in fruits juicy gushing gushers are oranges and watermelons
It assist us with our hygienic health and cleanses clothes
There in the sea we can do swimming, snorkeling and surfing
Grapes, of red and white wine fluids facilitate taste bud pleasure
H2o, in a human’s body is about 65%; that is liquid water
Steam vapors are in turbines and in steamboats and ship generators
Rains at cold temps produce unique snowflakes that falls to earth
Rivers and lake reservoirs are fresh water access and storage
H2o, in life, love, living and leisure, all is connected
Recommended is the drinking of it at eight ounces per daily usage
Medicines and milk and mangos all contain this wonderful substance
It is transparent, pure, refreshing, and very much liked and is needed
A dedicated ode to “the gloriously created and greatly used H2O
Black forest cherry cheesecake
Smothered in cherry
Sauce and served with a rich cup
Of cappuccino
Taste bud miracle
Fit for kings
Um!
Their sandwich aesthetic motif
Will thrill the palate beyond belief
Try the pastrami
For a taste bud tsunami
Or order Katz Deli's corned beef
Author's Note: No trip to NY is complete without visiting Katz Deli. BTW, a scene from when Harry met Sally was filmed there.
The food is unbelievable, and the experience is pure NY (a bit chaotic). It is also open 24/7 so there is no excuse to miss this one. I would say, to my friends, that it will be more memorable than the Statue of Liberty, Empire State building, etc. Please do not make a mistake and bypass this multicultural experience if in NY.
There are many elitist cheeses.
They are all taste bud teases,
for none of them pleases
like cheddar.
Yes, I’m a fan of a few,
the asiago, brie and bleu.
But honestly I prefer cheddar,
don't you?
It’s the humble cheese of the masses.
It separates the classes.
The choice of any young lad or lass is
cheddar.
Whatever cheese you can name,
my refrain remains the same.
Yes, it sounds lame, but
cheddar is better!
11/16/2018
Contest: Write a poem about Cheese Standard Contest
Sponsor: Barry Stebbings
a 7th place
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