Category Archives: Food

Pizza Night

Posted on September 28, 2020 by sputterpub

We’ve suffered half a year of quarantine(which comes from ‟40” days, so it’s extreme).But last night I boughta pizza, and broughtit home – then my meal was supreme.

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Rubaiyat on Frozen Meat

Posted on September 18, 2020 by sputterpub

I’m not a fan of meat. I never wishfor steak or dogs, and I don’t crave a dishof stew. My mother cooked and tried to feedme flesh – I never cared for more than fish. My favorite meals are based … Continue reading →

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No Mayo

Posted on September 9, 2020 by sputterpub

I can’t find decent mayonnaise of late.I’d make my own, but it goes bad too fast –my need is sparing, for I nearly hatethe stuff, enough I fantasized a vastconspiracy of friends who’d say they ateit, just to freak me … Continue reading →

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Dietary Dizain (HA 86)

Posted on June 11, 2020 by sputterpub

It’s logical, but when will facts emerge? I mask outside and never ride a bus. It’s June – we thought the viral load would surge two weeks ago at least, but most of us seem Covid-free. Can you and I … Continue reading →

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The Forever Virus (HA 80 Chanso)

Posted on June 5, 2020 by sputterpub

Of course I don’t want anybody scared. My rhymes are never meant to channel grief. But if you have an urge to feel prepared, then watch for facts instead of hot belief. It may be vain to vest in a … Continue reading →

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Necessary Heaviness (HA 47 Terzanelle)

Posted on May 3, 2020 by sputterpub

I trained myself to purchase what I need and nothing more, because I hate to shop. There’s reason now to change how I proceed. I used to buy the crucial and then stop. I walked and tried to keep the … Continue reading →

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Bulking (HA 42 Treochair)

Posted on April 28, 2020 by sputterpub

I learned to buy no more than what I need back when my besties burned to gather goods in bulk. They bought from big shelf names instead of neighborhoods. I’d deride, except I need to nix now, and stock what … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 39 (Another Onion)

Posted on April 25, 2020 by sputterpub

I had a fantasy, not long ago, in which I didn’t use the fridge at all. I live where nearly anything will grow; I thought I’d shop each day. And I recall when I transitioned to this little place, I … Continue reading →

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Oh No No-No

Posted on March 20, 2020 by sputterpub

We used to call them alligator pears before we learned how much we like their taste. Now breakfast lunch and dinner rarely dares omitting avocado. Mashed to paste it’s guacamole or a sandwich spread. Cubed it’s to a salad like … Continue reading →

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My Diet Secret

Posted on February 19, 2020 by sputterpub

A tonsillectomy at 5 years old resulted in a shape change, Mama said. Till then I seemed to always have a cold, but afterwards I gained and grew instead a steady challenge with obesity, forever adding girth instead of height. … Continue reading →

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