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Tequila

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Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Culinary Art, Fiction & Poetry, Holiday And Celebrate, Over Coffee

Doo Wa Diddy Diddy Don’t Forget The Easter Egg Hunt Later

 

And so this is Easter and what’s going on

Another season has passed us

A new one’s begun

And here we are Easter

EB’s made his full run

The baskets flow over

Through a day filled with fun

 

A very Happy Easter

Part of a brand new year

Celebration and feasting

No turning back from good cheer

 

And so this is Easter

Lemme see what you got

Children chatter excited

The best breakfast food it’s not

 

Although it’s unhealthy

Your folks don’t mind at all

Once a year it won’t kill you

Good breakfast served there’s the call

We gather round the table baskets tight in each fist

Take a break from the chocolate

Nothing’s better than this

 

Conversation

Bowls of Easter eggs

Traditional menu

Braided breads it’s all homemade

Coffee’s flowing

Espresso served too

With a shot of anisette

I will and how about you

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Culinary Art, Holiday And Celebrate

Brown Eggs Don’t Color Well

She was on the phone. “I’ll ask him if it’s necessary, he doesn’t eat hard-boiled eggs anyway. We may not be doing that this year. As long as the easter bunny stops by…” Sometime later that morning she posed the question not too worried about the answer. “We don’t have to color Easter Eggs, right. You don’t eat them anyway, then I’ll have all these hard-boiled eggs…” He looked surprised, “yes I want to color eggs.” “You do!” She had to concede. “OK.” The movie wasn’t over yet when he got an idea. “Let’s walk to the store and get eggs, we did that last time. They have to be the white ones.” As surprised as she was he’d even suggested they walk to the store there was something more important to be addressed first. “Yes” she said ” brown ones don’t color well at all, white ones are the best.” He agreed it was like they didn’t let the color stick to them. “But now, you’re going to interrupt the movie to go get eggs and color, this is the best part!” “We can watch it when we get back.” He got up and shut off the player and TV. “You never want to walk to the store! All the times I’ve asked you to come to the store…” “We can watch the best part, push buttons on the TV…” He had wanted to say it would keep until they got back but it didn’t come out right. He was only 7… Well, he’d be 8 in another month. “You must be serious about Easter Eggs.” “Yes.”

When they got back he wanted to play games on his iPad. “Oh no you don’t! After the movie finishes, it’s at the best part…” “It’s almost over…” “Yes, that’s the best part when they beat Donkey Kong. You can play after that!” He put the movie back on and she put the eggs in a pot to boil.

He was more than willing to stop playing the iPad to color eggs. It was as if he were on a mission. He had a plan. She had chosen six mugs, he put the color tabs in, she the tablespoon of white vinegar and then the 1/2 cup of water. All the accessories were assembled. “I’m going to give eggs to my friends.” ” That way I won’t have too many left here, I can keep a few to put in my salad, you can have some for you and mommy and give some away. Good idea.” He didn’t want to color one of them that’d been severely cracked during boiling. “OK, we’ll take this one out. Hey, Wait a minute!” She went to the fridge. “I have these left for my salads. You can color them too.” “They’re cold!” “Of course they are, they were in the refrigerator!” 13 eggs was the grand total. He mixed the colors together to make black before pouring them out to wash the cups. “You know your uncles, aunt and I used to pour a little bit of each color into one cup when there was only one egg left to make one black egg.” What she didn’t tell him was no matter how hard they’d tried all they ever got was a murky gray egg, good enough for them, which was called the goose egg for the easter egg hunts holding zero dollar value. Still, it was always fun to find the goose egg. In later years for their own children the goose egg became the 5-dollar prize. When they dried he chose the decorations he wanted giving one back to her. “This one’s for you.” “Thank-you! I’ll give you one then so you bring 8 home and I’ll keep 5. That will be plenty for salads.” Then there was that cracked one in the fridge… He decided to try one of the eggs that had a smaller crack but he noticed the egg had turned green. “How would you get green eggs and ham?” “With food coloring. Don’t worry you can eat that the color won’t hurt you.” He peeled the egg and took a bite. “Not much flavor.” “The flavor’s in the yolk.” He took another bite then removed the yolk. “What are you doing?” “I don’t like the yolk.” “The yolk has all the vitamins.” He was full from eating tuna and crackers so it didn’t distress him too much when she got a snack-sized baggie and told him to put everything in the bag. She’d turn it into egg salad, deviled egg, something.

Wait a minute.

That means seven. She should probably give him one more.

 

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“Rude crude chewed food dude…” Remember?

When a family friend posted a link to this “tried and true” recipe on Facebook, I knew that I was going to make it for sure. Not only is she a wonderful cook, but she also endorsed it by saying that she’s been making it for ten years! This hearty and healthy stew-like soup is […]

via Spicy Roasted Carrot & Red Lentil Ragout — thebrookcook

Posted in Books & Stories, Culinary Art, new year

Forego The Early Morning Toast

Sunset, but how can you tell when there was no sun? According to the time of day the weather report said at this time it’ll be sunset. Take it on faith. Yeah, that’d be about it.

A quiet day after Christmas, perfectly frozen that 11 degrees feels like 1. In we stayed except to check the mail. Put the trash out a few days early confident no animal if it dared stray any further than a few feet in front of the door to do its business would be interested in necessarily scentless on account of being freeze-dried trash. Besides, I usually feed the sink-monster old food. Now what day will it be picked up when there’s a holiday? Later instead of sooner.

No worries as the lights dim. I’ll sleep, wake later on, put a movie in and sleep some more. When it’s light again with the promise of below zero I’ll bake this small round orangey-striped squash, I’ve had a note on my counter for a few days now as a reminder, and possibly finish off some leftover shrimp.

 

 

 

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A 24-Hour Chinese Restaurant Would Be Nice

 

My throat’s feeling a little rough, Wonton Soup’d be soothing. By the same token does 2:34 a.m. qualify day or night dose Sudafed? I did find that cream of veggie soup in the freezer and began defrosting it…

That said…

Alone today I am going to walk on the wild side and stop by the Chinese restaurant when it does open and let them cook dinner for me. Should be good.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Crafts, Culinary Art, Motivational

Must Tell The World: Sunday Brunch Or Saving The Potato Salad

Sautéing garlic cloves, onion and green/red bell pepper in olive oil… took the container of leftover potato salad and dumped it on top… cranked the heat up a bit and cooked uncovered, potatoes browned beautifully, flavor – very good, put most in a new container, scrambled an egg in what was left in the pan, topped with a slice of muenster… I’d show you a picture but it’s all gone!