I think I wrote this as a response to another prompt here, but it does fit the prompt! LOL
EASY AS PIE
It's as easy as pie, he said.
First, crust. Cut two sticks of butter into half inch pieces and chill. Combine 2.5 cups of flour with one teaspoon salt. Cut butter into dry mix until pieces are the size of small peas. Slowly mix in six to eight tablespoons of freezing cold water until it is the right consistency.
A good relationship is as easy as pie.
You know it's ready when you pinch dough with your fingers and it holds together. If you pinch too much it will be tough, so be cautious. Divide into two parts but make each the same, a circle, make it with just slight thickness. As you roll with punches, sprinkle laughter under crust, keeps things from sticking.
Raising kids is easy as pie.
Preheat oven before you get something baking. Mix a pinch of salt, a cup of sweetener, spices for added character: cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon juice. Pick those ripe apples carefully, peel off pretenses, core them, slice into independent pieces, mix with other ingredients.
Dealing with teenagers? Easy as pie.
Place some large bills in ungreased hand. Press securely, hug often. Spoon knowledge into crust-lined brain. Top with double love. Tuck excess aggression under bottom edge. Press family together, seal; Cut ties, close front door, but leave it unlocked. Set time to twenty-one, and relinquish power till growth.
excellent poems, very well done as usual...so pie and Chinese food are your favorites? Or are you too busy to write anything new...I expect you might be, as your life is very full. And you have lots of poems, of course.
Actually, yes, on all counts. Apple pie and Chinese food are two of my favorites. And yes, my life has been a bit insane since reopening my karate studio during the pandemic. It takes a lot of time and cleaning to keep it going.
My life is also a little crazy right now, as we start the countdown for leaving Opus 40, and hey, I did a new poem last week! So this week, an older one.
TERMINAL POEM
"Remember me—I am the man who always finishes everything on his plate."
I am the master of completion, the sopper of gravy. Peas roll in vain around the lip of my plate, like a roulette ball that knows it will always land in the green zero, will never pay off the bet it made on itself. I am the man who spears them, who scoops them, who balances them on the flat blade of his knife. Remember me, I am the man who cracks bones, sucks marrow. I am the nemesis of gristle. I brook no claw of lobster, no leaf of artichoke. In my wake, no one rinses, no one washes. They only stack. I am omega, the razer of surfaces. Who can forget a plate with nothing on it? Who can ignore its innuendoes?
I don't like pizza for breakfast. Liver is disgusting to me. Certain kinds of cooked fish is tasty and good But raw fish is yucky and I don't eat it Even if it is free.
I'm rather fond of chocolate, As many others are. Cake I can take or leave for another, Same with fancy candy, which for some is dandy, I'd rather walnuts by far.
Some like a turkey with stuffing, Others a roast of lamb, Breakfast is my favorite meal, Scrambled eggs with buttered toast, Chateaubriand can take a hike, Cause breakfast is the meal I like.
bacon I’ll be standing at the kitchen window on Sunday morning when bacon comes drifting in i’m a vegetarian with memories of meat... Sunday people cook bacon for breakfast and it reminds me of home far away...
I think I wrote this as a response to another prompt here, but it does fit the prompt! LOL
ReplyDeleteEASY AS PIE
It's as easy as pie, he said.
First, crust. Cut two sticks of butter
into half inch pieces and chill.
Combine 2.5 cups of flour
with one teaspoon salt. Cut butter
into dry mix until pieces
are the size of small peas. Slowly
mix in six to eight tablespoons
of freezing cold water until
it is the right consistency.
A good relationship is as easy as pie.
You know it's ready when you pinch
dough with your fingers and it holds
together. If you pinch too much
it will be tough, so be cautious.
Divide into two parts but make
each the same, a circle, make it
with just slight thickness. As you roll
with punches, sprinkle laughter
under crust, keeps things from sticking.
Raising kids is easy as pie.
Preheat oven before you
get something baking. Mix a pinch
of salt, a cup of sweetener,
spices for added character:
cinnamon, nutmeg, lemon juice.
Pick those ripe apples carefully,
peel off pretenses, core them, slice
into independent pieces,
mix with other ingredients.
Dealing with teenagers? Easy as pie.
Place some large bills in ungreased hand.
Press securely, hug often.
Spoon knowledge into crust-lined brain.
Top with double love. Tuck excess
aggression under bottom edge.
Press family together, seal;
Cut ties, close front door, but leave it
unlocked. Set time to twenty-one,
and relinquish power till growth.
Voila! Easy as pie!
Preheating oven is especially good if your kids are named Hansel and Gretel.
DeleteI like this. Clever and effective.
this was. very thought provoking
DeleteAnd another old one. And another favorite food.
ReplyDeleteDINE IN OR TAKE OUT
We make love like Chinese food, nibble
at appetizers, Hot Wings, Spring Roll,
Crab Rangoon, smell the Hot and Sour Soup
while we await the main course. Never
too full for more Chinese food, we gorge
ourselves, Szechuan beef, tender morsels
of Hunan Imperial, seasoned
with the chef's secret hot sauce, all
that fills our bodies' hunger. After,
we will read each other's fortune
between the sheets. And of course an hour
later comes an appetite for more.
Is the Crab Rangoon anything like the Venus Butterfly?
Deletenice ! so loved it!! fun
Deleteexcellent poems, very well done as usual...so pie and Chinese food are your favorites? Or are you too busy to write anything new...I expect you might be, as your life is very full. And you have lots of poems, of course.
ReplyDeleteActually, yes, on all counts. Apple pie and Chinese food are two of my favorites. And yes, my life has been a bit insane since reopening my karate studio during the pandemic. It takes a lot of time and cleaning to keep it going.
DeleteMy life is also a little crazy right now, as we start the countdown for leaving Opus 40, and hey, I did a new poem last week! So this week, an older one.
ReplyDeleteTERMINAL POEM
"Remember me—I am the man who always
finishes everything on his plate."
I am the master
of completion, the sopper
of gravy. Peas roll in vain
around the lip of my plate, like a
roulette ball that knows it will always
land in the green zero, will never pay off
the bet it made on itself. I am the man
who spears them, who scoops them,
who balances them on the flat
blade of his knife. Remember me,
I am the man who cracks bones,
sucks marrow. I am the nemesis of gristle.
I brook no claw of lobster,
no leaf of artichoke. In my
wake, no one
rinses, no one washes.
They only stack. I am omega,
the razer of surfaces.
Who can forget a plate
with nothing on it?
Who can ignore its innuendoes?
LOL. This is awesome. And what do you mean, leaving Opus 40? For good or just vacation?
DeleteFor good. I'll tell you more in a PM.
Deleteomg!! i loved thinking of the bone cracking marrow sucking!!! great poem
Delete
ReplyDeleteSorry I haven’t been making time to post. I am jumping back in.
Cheese
Sliced
thin squares
on round crackers
laid to rest on a green plate
lure me to feast upon them.
Welcome back you've been missed. I do like your poem, it is nicely put.
Deletei like it. nice cheese slices !! i like to break them in 4 and have crackers
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ReplyDeleteI don't like pizza for breakfast.
Liver is disgusting to me.
Certain kinds of cooked fish is tasty and good
But raw fish is yucky and I don't eat it
Even if it is free.
I'm rather fond of chocolate,
As many others are.
Cake I can take or leave for another,
Same with fancy candy, which for some is dandy,
I'd rather walnuts by far.
Some like a turkey with stuffing,
Others a roast of lamb,
Breakfast is my favorite meal,
Scrambled eggs with buttered toast,
Chateaubriand can take a hike,
Cause breakfast is the meal I like.
fun poem! There are certain foods i won’t even try, lol
Deletebacon
ReplyDeleteI’ll be standing
at the kitchen window
on Sunday morning
when bacon
comes drifting in
i’m a vegetarian
with memories of meat...
Sunday people cook
bacon for breakfast
and it reminds me
of home
far away...