Masterpiece ii

Acrostic, Cooking, Food, Poetry

Masterpiece 

Made from the finest beef

And vegetables fresh from the north of england

Something stupendous has been prepared

Transforming the ingredients into something that

Excites the tastebuds, as meat and potato dance

Round the pan with carrots and leeks

Pepper, salt and herbs

In a tango to 

Excite the senses

Coming together on the plate…a dish

Everyone will enjoy

Burn

Camping, Fire, Outdoor Pursuits, Outdoors, Poetry

Burn

the triangle a simple one

heat air and fuel

started by a little spark

amongst the smallest of shavings

 

Little flame eating

everything around it

kept at bay

by logs and bricks

 

Starting off slowly

the flames begin to grow

dining on everything near it

apart from the Billy can above

 

bread on a green stick

changes with the dancing flames

from dough to delight in seconds

with help from the makeshift grill

 

smells of the barbecue

rise in the air

as backwoods sausages

add fuel to the flames

 

light and warmth

dancing slowly in the moonlight

till all that are left

are the glowing impish coals

 

staff of life

the end of life

for the fire that maintained life

Round the campfire circle

 

 

Conjure

Acrostic, Childhood, Cooking, Food, Poetry

Conjure

Crafting a dessert, is a bit of a magic trick

Oranges sliced and pineapples diced get laid in a dish, and

Next comes the syrup and then the batter, before the dish is covered in foil

Just before the dish is put in the oven – four holes are made to let out steam

Until its time – for it to be turned upside down and

Royally presented to all sat at the table

Excited little ones ask – can i have custard with mine ?

Transformation II

Christmas, Cooking, Food, Fruit, Places

Transformation

in the kitchen

magic is performed

as

yellow butter

white sugar

brown flour

some eggs

and mixed fruit

join together in harmony

with the aid of nutmeg, cinnamon and mixed space

 

popped in the oven

and left to combine

they jump about in the warm

and become solid or baked

forming a most wonderful substance

a cake.

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Garden Apple Pie

Cooking, Food, Fruit, Garden, Treat, Treats

 

A San-San By Brian F Kirkham (Inky)

The branches against the household wall

holds fruit that’s ripening for a pie

blackberry stems bring fruit with flavour this season

that answers to the pastries call

over with envy the birds do fly

could this be why it cooks with haste ?

depriving the feathered hunters a reason

to head for the window to grab a taste

Disaster!

Food, Poetry, Treats

Disastrous

Alfred decided he would try

to bake his mum and dad a pie

he made his base from floury dough

and garden for the filling he did go

but after sending the pie to the fire

young Alfred he began to perspire

so off to bed – for forty winks

he did go – now what do you think –

happened next to the pie ? Sat over flames

changed colour it did – well that was the aim

only fire turned pie from brown into black

and when Alfred returned

all he got back – was a burnt up mass – only good for the rooks

so looking for help he turned to the cooks

returning with apples and honey and flour

they whipped up a sponge (in less than an hour)

and Alfred he looked, and indeed he did watch

as another dessert – he didn’t want to botch

Gorden Bleu!

Cooking, Food, Life, Poetry

14th July 2017

Dusting down the old poetry notebooks again…

An Old poem recovered from my dusty old box of writings, written back in October 2012, when i was reminiscing on my Ambassadorial experiences…and mum and dad were out of the house – so i had to go foraging….

 

Thursday evening and I’m on the hunt for some tea

after spending an hour in’th museum or three

so i pick up me notebook from BASIC thats laid

and search for a recipe to come to my aid

 

I hop to the market to buy me some fish

to try and do justice to a most yummy dish

I chop up an Onion and a jar of some sauce

and not forgetting the pasta of course

 

I boil up some water from kettle to pan

and add the twirly pasta, according to plan

and so it don’t stick, or so it don’t spoil

i add to the pan a drop of veg oil.

I fry off the onion, in the oil in the pan

and then add the fish thats been sealed in the can

 

and when pasta’s done i then add the sauce

covering every morsel of course.

And when pasta’s bubbling – it’s time for my tea

so i’ll plate up and eat up – turning off the TV.