fill the pot bottom up |
for utmost food recyclingnothing fits more than bread pudding.todays pud.2 days old artisan cranberry loaf,sliced, dipped in free range eggand milk, soaked, layered in little ovenproof potswith diced ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 10:12:00 GMT |
sad breakfast |
my intentions goodand yet this day feelstossed withwreckless desire.see the omens!the toast did burn,and ne'er catch fire.the coffee steamed,but failed to bubble,does all this mean,i'm in trouble...b...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
rutabaga |
taste openedlast night.yes, really.in the amuse boucheof a rutabaga salad.not usually the thingthat graces fine tables,but it should.crowned last nightsal fresco dinner (6 of us under partio latterns)...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 06:23:00 GMT |
riddle! |
all year i love you,i taste your skin.bite your creaminess.lather you sometimesin the best of butters.appreciate yournorthern geography.liken you to something precious.what am I?
Posted by on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:48:00 GMT |
the lady of shallot |
never made 'em jams.should i try?a tangy marmalade,a figgy compote?best decideand be quick.this is the season.A jam not from a berry, or fruit, but shallot.1 1/2 pounds shallots (about 18 small), pee...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Aug 2006 05:37:00 GMT |
the patch of saffron |
red threadsslowly drifting;tinting, hintingof shade andparlaying some flavor:the path ofsaffron throughmy rice.
Posted by on Thu, 10 Aug 2006 18:41:00 GMT |
mint condtion |
tea totattersfreshly minted,just asdr. greenhas hinted,keeps lovefresh and boysunjilted.mint.(lovesoother, best ina leaf, not in gum).
Posted by on Wed, 09 Aug 2006 05:20:00 GMT |
windsome |
i'm lightly scrambledthis morning, notdrizzled in truffle oil.nor soothed by the atlantic'ssoft salted beatingsagainst my legs.the city disgusts:rancid it is...its herbs all potted,not running wild:of...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Aug 2006 03:46:00 GMT |
strad's lovely dedication to lamb's quarters |
of the earth picking lamb's quarters to mix into morning omelets.the sour bite of sorrel on my tongue. their fragile heart shaped leaves in my hands.the glow under my chin proclaiming my love of butt...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 18:11:00 GMT |
sprout out |
the most imperfect picnic:a sandwich is seems.at least when you go to the beach.favorite ingredient of the week:mustard sprouts.they are cute and add an easy perfectcrunch to everything.oak two or thr...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 09:07:00 GMT |
