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Boil your hen, cut up in piecesLegs and wings and breasts and thighsAdd crushed garlic so the flavor increasesEight cups of broth brings a smile to your eyes While you wait let's chop some stuffCarrots and onions and mushrooms are niceCelery and brussel sprouts are never enoughEven a cup of brown or white riceSet your hen aside to coolAnd add your veggies to the brothIntense aromas will make you droolAnd too soon your mou...

Strawberry Shortcake

I savored you...

In the Spring  I made you strawberry shortcake  I doubled the berries  Topped it with the creamiest of creams  I watched you savor its flavor  Took your compliments to heart  For you I’d bake a thousand cakes  Cook a hundred meals  Every day, for the rest of my life  I savored you  You were my delight, my daily dessertSummer came  Heat swept through my kitchen  Like the sandstorms of the dust bowl  In the sweet drippings...

Chef Fun

What do you cook when nothing sounds good?

The other day, I flipped the channels and landed on the Food Network. I watched it for a while and got a couple of good recipes. Later that day I asked my granddaughter what she wanted for dinner. What she answered gave me pause for what was follows here. "Grandpa, I want nothing for dinner tonight," she said. My brain sprung into action and I thought, "How does one prepare nothing to eat? Is there a recipe for it? Is the...

Baked Pears in Cider

Just cooked you up a little one for dessert!

What scrumptious pears hanging over my fence, surely to pick them is not an offence; I need just six, that’s plenty to bake; Soaked in Cider…And it’s easy to make. I peeled them thinly leaving the stalks, then stood them upright, using two forks, in an old tin pot I found in my shed, after removing tin-tacks and old lumps of lead. I threw on some sugar after removing a spider; Then drunk two bottles of ‘Old English Cider’...

Wednesday, 7:24 PM.I kicked my front door shut with a satisfying slam, a full grocery bag in my hand. My perfect day at work at the perfect job was less than perfect – my boss had expressed doubt in my ability to survive in this position. And that had a deeper effect on my psyche than I’d like. I really would love to collapse on the floor and cry, to let it all out. I ached for the touch of my lover, for him to hold me in...