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Cooking Food

Simmering

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Something sensational was coming from the Kitchen

in seconds the waft of chicken , ham and vegetables

made its way through the ground floor and

moseyed upstairs to tell my senses

everybody – grab your eating irons – its ready

rendezvousing with crusty bread and salt and pepper

in a combination you will

never forget – a total culinary triumph

got to warn you though – its just out of the pan…watch the bubbles

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Food Poetry writing

Every kind of potato

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How’d you like your spuds ? , lass,

I say, How’d you like your spuds

Boiled or Mashed ? Baked or fried

with spices and vinegar liberally applied ?

Perhaps you’ll like them roasted

with herbs or chilli scattered

served alongside a lovely fish

thats been breaded or perhaps battered

Maybe you’ll eat em in a salad

diced with mayonnaisse

and served up with cucumber on lettuce

in a number of different ways

Some tatas have a taste all of their own

and served up they’re really posh

bringing some elegance to your dinner plate

a higher level of nosh

but as you won’t find a red russet

in your fish shop as you wish

you’ll enjoy a plate of premium whites

crisped up for the fish

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Cooking Food

A la Carte

I

When i was little

i called them wiggly worms

they were served up on toast

and they were covered in tomato

nowadays they’re a base

for all kinds of topping

Mince, Ham, Carrot courgette

II

Freshly caught from the sea

steamed till its just falling apart

and served up with parsley or lemon butter

or perhaps dropped into batter

and sent into hot fat

before being served with chunky potatoes

and Mushy Peas

III

Its been bubbling away

since dad put in on the hob at lunchtime

Onion , Carrot, Potatoes

Dancing around in a pan

with the best bits of beef from the butcher

and dont forget – the stock cubes

(or the dumplings!)

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Outdoor Pursuits Outdoors Poetry Scouting Scouts

Backwoods Stew

#Scouts #Cubs #Beavers #Supper

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The ingredients were simple enough,

Taters in the embers of some dying beechwood

Corned beef, Some Carrots and a very big onion

Butter for frying, and some stock cubes for flavour

The Metallic billy can protected by the finest washing liquid

as flames licked the sides of the can

As the potatoes softened, the onions went see-through

hiding amongst the beef

and as the bubbles rose bringing the feast together

chef prepared his serving spoons – as it was served in tin mugs

in the other can ? usually tea but not that night

as chocolate buns were served for afters – with hot cocoa.

Beavers, Cubs, Scouts and Ventures all headed for bed after Campfire – with Smiles on their faces.

They said “Ban Soap at Camp”….but this rule didn’t apply to the cookware….as the recepticles enjoyed a dip in the bubbliest of alfresco baths and a scrub getting rid of charcoaled washing liquid

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Food Poetry

Ode to a Crispy Fish

Salford, 6th March 2020

Oh, what a wondrous life you must have led

swimming up and down the waters of the British isles

caught in the sailors net and frozen

before meeting a factory bandsaw

Brought back to life in the kitchen by butter and oil

dressed in lemon , dill and breadcrumbs

or even the chefs special batter

sharing a spot with potatoes and peas

roasted mashed or fried ?

while escapees swim free for the day

you put a smile on the customers face

as you’re devoured alongside your side platters

with a drop of tartar sauce