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My Favorite Menu

25 Sunday May 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Love

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food, love, menu, poems, Poetry

Apertif
Moscato Wine, with an essence of blush

Hors d’oeuvre
French Bread, bursting with warmth

Salad
Lettuce Greens, mixed with love

Side Dishes
Green Beans, never steamed
New Orleans Potatoes, a little spicy

Entree
Sautéed Beef, tenderized

Dessert
Sweetened Chocolate, sinfully decadent

After Dinner Liqueur
Cherry Cordial, served candlelight

Followed by Midnight Snack
Chef’s Choice

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Tasting Summer’s Pleasures

03 Saturday May 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Family, Life, Nature, Seasonal

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family, food, Nature, poems, Poetry, seasonal, summer, sun

Tasting Summer’s Pleasures
   By Absorbing Nature’s Bounties

Absorbing
Tongues innocently lick the mixture of
dripping perspiration mixed with melting
coconut-scented sunscreen as it
careens down sun-drenched faces,
making its way over cheekbones into the
curves of the corners of the mouth.

Nature’s
Subconsciously, hands rise to rub scented pollens
from scratchy eyes and irritated noses, recognizing
too late that instead the mouth inhaled the sensuous
smells of fresh mowed lawns and fragrant roses.
Tastes of nature course through the body as the
nose identifies the delectable aromas of summer.

Bounties
Mouths water as soaked wood chips mix with lit
charcoal briquettes, flames giving rise to a distinct
smoky flavor reminiscent of last summer’s bountiful
outdoor barbecue parties–grill-marked burgers,
chips, dips, relishes, homemade ice cream–
pleasing to palates of all ages, including the family dog.

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I Never Knew…

28 Tuesday Jan 2014

Posted by P Moorman in Family, Humor, Life, Love, Writing

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cooking, family, food, humor, life, love, poems, Poetry, writing

The smell, like steam,
rises to warm me.

It reminds me of helping mom
in the kitchen while growing up:
down-home cooking
for the evening meals;
home-baked goodies,
for nightly desserts.

As the smells intensify,
memories drift to
my own years of cooking
meals for my family, or
baking goodies like
Christmas cookies
and Birthday cakes.

Yet, this year, I’m not in a kitchen.
The delicious smells wafting through
the house are complements of a
retired husband with a passion
for trying new recipes, while I am
afforded the pleasure of writing
in my sanctuary.

And do you know what I’ve discovered?

I never knew I didn’t like to cook…
Until I didn’t.

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