Category: food/cooking
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rainy day coffee
Wet tires hiss in street Light rain drums window Coffee shop voyeur – notebook in hand Couples talk in low voices Groups laugh, cajole, share stories While devotees pray at laptop altars They read posts about exhibits in museums Curated, static moments Locked in fabric, stone and paint Posed and moved from room to room…
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Barista Wipes Hands on Apron
Barista knows grief takes its sugar With small baptisms of steam and milk Places a blessing on the counter without spilling Affirms love is never sinful — With small baptisms of steam and milk She watches hands tremble toward warmth Affirms love is never sinful Even as sorrow stains the tongue — She watches hands…
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Eddie Albert at the Green Acres General Store
In this great, green, good morning Carol is up early and in her office, while I lie in bed listening to the day. An app on my phone lists birds that live in our neighborhood and feed at the bird cafe suspended in our yard. Twelve species light up the screen. A Northern Cardinal and…
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Pot roast
sitting by the fire I wonder about circumstances surrounding the cooking of vegetables, fruit and flesh was it ancient revelation, a fortunate accident, or maybe it was a divine accident either way, we are blessed and cursed, stuffing ourselves at tables while others suffer the circumstances of birth place and starve 1-9-26
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Berry picker
Wet winter walk Sunny spring remembrance Berries thick upon the bush Pick the easiest to gather Eat the plump and ripest ones When the easy harvest is done Reach among the thorns For the tart, the tiny, almost ripe Grateful for a hint of sweetness Held in bloodied hand 12-30-21
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Habanero
The way a pepper hurts some people or attracts and challenges others The way my humor hurts some people or attracts and challenges others The way some love or hate to cook or foster lovers and pets that don’t survive as long as they do The way you look good in earth tones and I…
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Careful
outside a bakery you yearn for fresh bread at the kitchen table with a slice of fresh bread you yearn for butter and jam 10-20-21
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Buffalo sauce
I sip water to wash away The taste of Buffalo sauce in my mouth I thought I liked it, but I don’t Maybe, it is better to eat grilled tenders plain Than contaminate my breath with Chemicals mixed with food coloring Lately, everything takes like metal What that means I don’t know Maybe, I’m sick,…
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