(In Response to Laurel's
What moves both left and right is the invisible
hand, the other that pens the sky, that robs
and burdens the mind with abstractions, meaning in parts
as whole as influenced by the invisible
brain constellating constantly the hemispheres with
fact then fiction, fiction then fact, fictioning fiction,
factioning fact--resources slighting indiscriminately night
New Public, within this sampler
society, knows so no less! Even as they potter
with both hands, these spelling bees (understand about what)
U T T I N'--nuttin'. Clearly, their brains are invisible,
but what is their wrath? Yes, they spend (and can
to woo hoo), but can they cook? One better--once
spent, which creative
activity will they cook up to contest their costs?
coming (home) for dinner?
Oh, and don't forget to say your grace.
Cooking fancies a sentiment
To match the mood of the food:
A chaud-froid polar confection--
Temperamental butter being
Heady upon the flour;
A roux background for
A saucy assimilation,
Grave drippings thickened.
Panned is the plot:
Play as work,
Pleasure as therapy;
Values mounted upon
A sense of place
And spiritual station.
This fancy ladled over
Mashed ideas, squashes the sermon;
Caramelized issues, dulcifies the deal
Positioning the heart with a mouthful.
Chunky Peanut Butter
Two Cornish Hens
Sweet Soy Sauce
Heat/Mix/Pour/Reheat with Hens
Rum Raisin Carrots
Carrots (soaked in water and white vinegar)
Raisins (soaked in rum)
Saute with Honey