Tag Archives: Food

Square Meal

I chopped and cooked a square meal yesterday.It’s actually enough to serve for four.The sky invited me – it glowered grayand hung the intimation it could pour.No task or errand lured my feet awayfrom making food that’s suitable to store.I … Continue reading

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3 Cup Limit

I really don’t mind exiting at 10to walk an hour to a heated bed,where facial lotions will be stroked and whenmy body will relax from toes to head.There’s time enough before I leave my dento read and post and stretch … Continue reading

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Sticky Temptation

I’m not hungry, buthere are two ripe nectarines:sticky temptation.

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It’s Too Late

I taught a roommate how to binge on foodwhen I was 17. We walked aroundand cycled flavors with an attitudethat we’d amend our ways and diet soon.As old as 58, I even skewedto overeat once more before a shiftto moderation, … Continue reading

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Better Butter Pear

My lunch in quarantine evolved to bea salad so delicious, even nowI eat it any day I’m home. The threeingredients most crucial in that choware avocado, cheese, and pumpkin seeds.To lesser butter pears I’ve had to bowof late, with too … Continue reading

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Brownie Nut Cookies

I tried a cookie recipe last week.I substituted walnuts for pecansand used straight allulose, but my techniquewas sensible (as were the written plans).And I’ll report they have the taste I seek:full chocolate while adhering to the banswe’ve chosen – anti-sugar, … Continue reading

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Morning Fast

It’s usually not hard to wait till noonto break my fast. I never had a yenfor food on waking – I would just as soonlet most the morning pass without. Back whenI was a kid with parents who’d cocoonme if … Continue reading

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Ketchup

I don’t use ketchup often any more.I’m meatless and I seldom go for fries.But sometimes I want cocktail sauce, a pourof Louie dressing (Thousand satisfies).I visited my tiny local store,assuming I could add to home suppliesa little jar. Imagine my … Continue reading

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Hard Boiled Eggs

You start them cold or let them warm in air. You poke a hole in each, or maybe not.You put the eggs in water, or you spare them till it’s seething, simmering and hot. Attempting to maintain the heat you … Continue reading

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Brew Mistress

My brother says my coffee is the best.It drives his partner crazy when he does.For sure she roasts fresh beans, and shoots expressedpure-water steam through grounds to brew her buzz,while I used staler stuff. My maker wasa careless purchase, seldom … Continue reading

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