The Inkwell#Fowc #Gravy
Good heavens! you’ll cry – its just a sauce, made from
Roasting juices of the meat cooking in the oven –
Actually, they cheer in unison – its much more than that
Vegetable water and various seasonings are mixed in too –
You might even get a flavour of the drink you’re having with your dinner
#SoCS #Scrooge
So looking back, How was your Christmas ?
Counting the savings from making the kids wait till Boxing day for their treat
Roast Chicken and less vegetables than usual
Of course, you can defend yourself by saying you’re “Economical” – but
Oranges are meant to be eaten, they’re not just a table decoration.
Got to admit, the mittens you wrapped up might be useful but
Expectation well exceeded reality
A five line response to the picture provided for the prompt by Patricia’s Place @ https://patriciasplace.me/
perfectly pampered puddytat
ponders whats for tea
perhaps chicken or pork, or maybe – beef ?
his belief – but today his wish
is a big plate of fish
#FOWC #Battery
Built from the farmers imagination
A number of hens laid a dozen eggs each
The effort was stored in tiny little cells
Then used to power the cooker that
Each egg was cooked on
Revolutionary! cried the farmer
Yelping as he consumed the hot fried eggs
#memories
Many a happy time
Enjoyed on the shoreline
Munching away at the contents
Of a well prepared picnic basket
Roast chicken sandwiches and strawberry tarts
Iced buns and banana pudding….
Eaten on a camp blanket, by a rocky shelter
Somewhere where the sardines are safe from the local seagulls
Another poem on Memory : https://inkdrops.blog/2015/10/16/broken-biscuits-jigsaw-puzzles/
They lined up down the street
For a chance they got one
The kids on the grapevine
Whispering the news
The meat pies are in
The boys from baxendale
Made young men smile
As a waft of meat
Travelled from the chip shop
The meat pies were in
And wrapped up with chips
And a dash of chip shop vinegar
Young lads would follow their dads
Delivering Friday nights tea
The meat pies were in
Perhaps you say, it could have magical properties
as the recipe has been passed down the generations for years
notably, it reaches parts your chemists cold cures dont
and it’s tasty to the person that’s eating it
changes to little things like seasonings, are expected through time but
everybody knows the core of chicken, onion and carrot
and mum and dad know – they’ll have empty bowls and seconds asked for
every egg laid
at the chicken coop
has his or her day
served up as a
side alongside bacon 🥓
or three sausages
or combined with veg
to create a quiche lorraine
cooking slowly in oven
or whipped up in a
meringue or custard for a
tasty pudding
or left to grow up
and hatch 🐣 on the farm, to
make more eggs for tea
Some say it begins with
a loaf of bread, nicely sliced – type – to your preference – two slices
next – comes the spread – butter, margarine, salad cream or sandwich spread
dedicated sandwich makers always go for the mayo
when that’s been applied, on goes the salad, lettuce cucumber tomato
If you fancy it, add olives or sweetcorn and then
cover it in your favourite meat before putting the top on
heavenly!!!!
i don’t know what it is…
but theres summat in that there chicken and rice
that gives it a special kind of Zing
with each mouthful , senses bring the dish to life
aromas, sweet, peppery and sour
drift up the nose as if to say. I m so Zesty
aromas of spice chicken, pepper and pineapple
tickle the tastebuds as spoon delivers each tasty mouthful
waking them up with a message from the dish
I’m So Zingy, enjoy!
