Gastric distress is a thing of the past It's time to make a real repast Will Bazfaz pop the cork tonight and say "oh that tastes just right"? Or are the intestinal devils still at work to shout "if you drink that, you're a jerk"?
I looked in the freezer for something to eat Something interesting perhaps, maybe a treat The boxes of mystery greeted my eyes I knew it was time for a frozen surprise What was hiding inside I just didn't know It went in the pot with the stove on low
Poor little uninspired Bix looks round the kitchen for something to fix. She could have garbanzos, but they need soaking. Should she run to the store? You must be joking! She contemplates tortillas, cheese and that can of beans. She will have some supper, by any means.
There really isn't much to be said I have given up and gone to my bed £10 I paid for a gastronomic feast A jar from France containing a beast Two thighs from a poor little Duck I didn't enjoy them, I was out of luck!
Easter is finished, time for something new. I'm ready for strawberries, what about you? Spring is warming gardens in a special way. Things are growing fast as we appoach May. What are we going to be able to buy? Our bank accounts are empty and we know why.
I wonder why food costs so much Meals are expensive, we have to go Dutch Ingredients flown from far distant places Subject to taxes and outrageous crazes Better by far to grow your own Now is the time to get your seeds sown.
A 3-day weekend to do as I please First I think I'll buy some cheese I'll need some wine and a baguette too I wonder if there's anything else to do Perhaps I'll turn off the internet If I play dead will anyone fret?
I can't decide what to eat Maybe vegetables, maybe meat Not all that hungry right now Perhaps later I'll want to eat a cow If it eat nothing I know I'll regret it Round midnight when I'm too tired to get it
When your stomach for victuals doth yearn, yet chopping and mixing and cooking you spurn, look around yon cupboard for something nice, perhaps a sandwich could be had in a trice: Bread with butter or mayonnaise as glue for a slice of tomato and cheese that is bleu.
Will you combine boneless duck with some peach? Or would that with brown gravy be out of your reach? If time is lacking, it might be just Spam for us, salty and canned and not very glamorous. Suppertime comes, we must eat, that's for sure. But planning and cooking are often a chore.
The people here eat lots of cheese They gobble it and say 'more please'! Not like the Asians who hate that stuff And eat rotten eggs and fish that puff What strange things we put on our plate Often dismaying others with what we ate
decisions, decisions, what to do? There's vanilla, chocolate and rocky road too, There ones with sprinkles, ones with nuts, and the tutti fruiti makes me tut, tut, Heavenly hash, here I come, hmm...tastes so good, in my tum.
Speaking for myself, I say ~ Spindrift's been too long away. I can't imagine she'd ever annoy us! She's so pleasant and her photos are gorgeous. Plumped with Goan goodies? Even so, She'd easily snag an Indian, or any beau.
Spindrift, to fulfill your mission The recipe branch awaits your wisdom Spices worthy of nuclear fission Will make the branch a fiery kingdom I guess we'll drink a lot of water Our last hope to survive a curry slaughter