Butter, sugar, eggs,
Dark chocolate and thick cream.
This dessert is rich.
(Peaceable)
Some cooks are wusses
Using tiredness as excuses
from making chocolate mousses.
Real chefs never cease
or allow disturbances of their peace
to interfere with the making of chocolate meese.
(Vivi)
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Monday, December 17, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Rising to the Challenge
Menu #2, a haiku
White porcelain dish --
Inedible, amber rock --
Caramel mistake.
Menu #2, a pair of couplets
What a lot of work you have to do,
to create a simple French cabbage-and-leek stew.
For all the trouble that kind of thing takes,
the Irish would have served steaks.
White porcelain dish --
Inedible, amber rock --
Caramel mistake.
Menu #2, a pair of couplets
What a lot of work you have to do,
to create a simple French cabbage-and-leek stew.
For all the trouble that kind of thing takes,
the Irish would have served steaks.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Menu #2, Poetry
Sisters, please feel free to add poetry to this thread. I know you can top mine....in fact, I dare you. I double dare you!
Menu #2, a haiku
A cloud of bleu fire
On mushrooms and crème fraîche.
Flaming Calvados!
Menu #2, a limerick
An amateur chef tried to light
A spoonful of brandy last night.
A cloud of bleu flame
then enveloped the same,
And the chef shrieked in alarm at the sight.
Menu #2, a haiku
A cloud of bleu fire
On mushrooms and crème fraîche.
Flaming Calvados!
Menu #2, a limerick
An amateur chef tried to light
A spoonful of brandy last night.
A cloud of bleu flame
then enveloped the same,
And the chef shrieked in alarm at the sight.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Poetry for Lesson 1
Green peas in butter,
onions and wilted lettuce
simmering slowly.
There was a sister whose primary lust
Was a short order cook who abandoned her trust.
He stole off to the hills
But left her some skills:
She intimately knows how a chicken is trussed.
onions and wilted lettuce
simmering slowly.
There was a sister whose primary lust
Was a short order cook who abandoned her trust.
He stole off to the hills
But left her some skills:
She intimately knows how a chicken is trussed.
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