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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2009 14:36:01 GMT
As a special request I'll do my best to try to start with all my heart six lines about food. Spindrift knew I would.
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Post by tillystar on Feb 9, 2009 16:56:51 GMT
Oh how I love all types of cheese Even the type you slowly squeeze out of a tube and onto your bread though I'd really rather have stilton instead A nibble or a slither is never enough Give me whole round to greedily scoff
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Post by grecian on Feb 9, 2009 20:31:25 GMT
French food is overatted It really should be slated English Grub From the Pub
(Oh feck it! I thought it was a Limerick!)
Carry on...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2009 21:31:26 GMT
Grecian's already out of breath. Maybe it will be his death. There's so much to say about eating. Some of it is worth repeating. Would you like some escargots? If so, please do let me know.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 10, 2009 0:35:45 GMT
It's not enough they love to eat, these gourmands can rhyme a treat! They mince some garlic, they make a salad, but must pause to toss off a ballad. Between the peppercorns and dried turmeric, you'll find notes for a filthy limerick.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 10, 2009 10:01:28 GMT
Found you all at last right here, Someone has been drinking too much beer? Out of breath but not out of mind Time for fun and time to unwind. On with the feast, a click of the fingers Start up the music, bring on the singers.
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Post by tillystar on Feb 10, 2009 14:12:16 GMT
mashed potato, boiled potato, steamed potato, FRIED! lyonaisse, dauphinoise, baked, scalloped, FRIED! potato soup, potato pie roasted, chipped, FRIED!
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Post by tillystar on Feb 10, 2009 14:54:28 GMT
Rumble rumble in my tummy; I need to eat something yummy. Give me noodles, chips or pie Or something sweet and new to try. I'm not fussy, just pass it here; I'll wash it down with a swig of beer.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 10, 2009 15:32:30 GMT
Pomegranates I did spy On a shop shelf oh so high Bilberries next were on the list Plain Greek yogourt, honey kissed Now so satisfied am I No room for my chicken pie.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 10, 2009 15:34:45 GMT
Caution to the winds I say Devour your cream, have your way With slabs of butter glistening yellow Spread on toasts with lots of jelly Pour out the tea, milk in first Please no sugar, I've such a thirst.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2009 20:50:37 GMT
Tonight there was no inspiration No hope of a food sensation A pot of water put to boil Some rock salt and a little oil Pasta with green pepper sauce It was my gain and no one's loss
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Post by spindrift on Feb 10, 2009 23:23:53 GMT
I came home at half past nine Far too late to cook and dine Lessons at the Uni beckoned Going hungry, so I reckoned Fish & chips would do me well But to me they would not sell!
(Closed at 9)
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Post by spindrift on Feb 10, 2009 23:24:48 GMT
I say - let's make a collection of these and publish them That's enough for me tonight Now I need to gain respite Quaffed the cocoa up in bed Prior to sleeping, like I said Wake up bright and early like To post again on this 'ere site.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 11, 2009 0:05:13 GMT
Spindrift cooks and reads Japanese, likes her cocoa and dreams of cheese. When she's awake she has tea and cake -- not plain digestives, she loves butterflake. She visits Goa for ghee, its curries and limes, and writes about it here in her charming rhymes.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 12, 2009 18:06:48 GMT
A tartlet I'm eating It's taken some heating Camembert oozing I won't be losing Tomatoes on top I bought in a shop.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 12, 2009 18:10:55 GMT
There's nothing like Pinot I'm sure you'll agree Complimenting the taste Now what would that be? Fish pie and peas? Give me lots please
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Post by spindrift on Feb 12, 2009 18:12:41 GMT
I'm in the right mood To eat lots of food Join me for dinner It'll sure be a winner Be sure to bring booze To awaken the muse
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2009 18:16:11 GMT
Time to go downstairs to the kitchen With only me to hear me bitching For leftovers again it is time At least there is plenty of wine BigIain would approve I'm sure A Côtes du Rhône will be my cure
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2009 22:29:21 GMT
It's getting time to go to bed and review if I am properly fed. What about a final dish? Something sweet, please not fish! I think I'll find something like vanilla to calm the nasty intestinal gorilla.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 13, 2009 23:19:59 GMT
No food in the fridge tonight Couldn't bear to stand in a line Waiting to pay, right? So olives and crisps, that's fine There's nothing else in sight 'Cept a bottle of wine.
poor little me
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 14, 2009 4:32:50 GMT
Had a rough morning so just nibbled for lunch. Odd, because at midday I can eat a bunch. Then I had a go-round with bureacracy -- Couldn't think about supper while in a tizzy. The library was next -- too late and too rushed. Eggs and salad for supper and now I am bushed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2009 5:54:19 GMT
I suppose it's time for breakfast For me the least interesting repast Coffee is something that I don't drink Nor tea in spite of what you think I can rise and wait until lunch Not good for my health, more than a hunch
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2009 14:14:36 GMT
Duck fat or goose to roast potatoes? Of this great debate we are in the throes Some fine people prefer olive oil And simpler souls just put water to boil Now there's a thought -- cooked potatoes to mash Off to the potato store I believe I must dash
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Post by spindrift on Feb 16, 2009 15:04:02 GMT
I enjoyed the poem Kerouac did write I can see how he's thinking Potatoes are quite superb, boiled or roast much better than toast.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 16, 2009 15:05:47 GMT
Today I lunched In a cafe fine Near the cathedral But I had no wine Disapproving oldies sticks and all Observing us youngsters Do we have the gall To order a glass? I think I'll pass.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2009 13:59:47 GMT
I didn't feel like going out which was the only place to get lunch. I think it made my colleague pout hoping that I would bring back a bunch of nice things to eat so now I'm a lout because she's lazy and has nothing to crunch.
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Post by spindrift on Feb 17, 2009 16:54:10 GMT
IKEA opened a store this week I thought I'd go and take a peek I wasn't the only one to go Traffic was a nightmare, an hour or so to get inside and then a queue for meatballs and chips; a right howdydo.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2009 10:44:01 GMT
We had some awful news that gave us the blues. Baz writhes with bacteria instead of tending his wisteria. His unused kitchen gathers dust while his pots and pans rust.
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Post by bixaorellana on Feb 27, 2009 15:02:47 GMT
Kerouac recently had la grippe. And now poor Baz is in its grip. Kerouac cured it with power shitting. Baz finds meds, eggs & toast more fitting. They post their sagas so there is no doubt that what goes in, must come out.
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Post by Don Cuevas on Feb 27, 2009 15:06:03 GMT
Rude gruel my fare today: crude fuel! The price I pay for reckless dining in a streetside way.
The Revenge of Montezuma is no mere rumar.
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