Cooking

Challenge 30 – No10

Food, Home, Photography

Food…..or should I say Foooood!

I could be some time with this particular part of the challenge !(sic)

I mean where to begin – I’m a bit of a foodie. I enjoy my food – not just the meats but the pasta and vegetables as well. Christmas time sees a smorgasbord of delights, from Spiced Ham to cheesy pasta bakes – not forgetting of course Christmas pudding and Battenburg Cake

My Nephews are partial to a bit of Jelly and custard at Christmas, and for the adults aside from the Christmas pud, there’s usually the Content for a trifle on the go. But this year they helped make something really special – a tray of gingerbread men…now I don’t know if any of them escaped the Christmas table but one or two of them definitely did a disappearing act…

Human shaped

Cooking, Food, Poetry

Salford 21st December 2018

Expectant faces watched as

Mum and dad mixed the ingredients in a bowl

And as the mix formed and rolled out on the table

Eager hands aimed to create a family

Out of gingerbread

Dad looked smaller than mum

Whilst James loomed over his little brother

But all were smiling

As they took their place

On the branches of the family Christmas tree

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