Fulfilled

I really don’t mind

Taking my time

Even on a weeknight

To get the sauce right

As I settle in to unwind

With or without 

A glass of wine

Deboning the thighs

Cooking them crispy

On one side

It truly satisfies

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Icebox


Once again
I find myself standing
Looking in to admire
Her inner beauty
Illuminating everything
That’s classically hidden
Behind a sturdy exterior
Made of steel

I begin to reflect
On polished effects
Side-by-side, sinking
Counter-depth
As temperatures rise
She remains cool
As a cucumber inside
Protecting my food

 

…and then there’s mine ❤️ Full of everyday condiments you gotta have.

 

Sweet Tart

When life gives you lemons
It’d be a real shame
To make boring lemonade
With a squeeze of citrusy heaven

That’d be sort of lame
When there’s so much more
Just waiting to be made
As tastebuds would say, explore

These Meyers beauties
Are simply the best
To refresh the experienced,
Yet lazy chef with their zest

———

Amongst the birds of paradise
Ideas take flight
Back in the kitchen tonight
To satisfy, please and delight

Aplenty stowed as frozen cubes
At the ready, drop and infuse
They’ll decide what to do
When they want to be used

——

Desert is where I like to start
How about slice of meringue
Sweets always fulfill the heart
No, curd & custard aren’t the same

Ponder that puckered thought
While I add a twist to my cosmopolitan
To top it off until they stop
Thinking about being antioxidants

Free radicals write poetry instead
Sipping on lemon water once again
To purge toxic silliness from my head
Always wanting to be fed and read

Smoked Shrimp 🦐 🍤

We’re all just shrimps
Swimming from the abyss
Getting tossed into mix
After heads & tails are pinched
Then discarded & ditched

Rush through life too quick
Find your fingers sorely pricked
It’s a risk worth a few sticks
Eating rich with a flavor kick
Infusing your favorite dish

Simmer until you know it’s done
When bodies come together as one