She sat there, eating an entire pomegranate (except for the pith and those few brown and cloudy seeds of course), chewing each morsel enough for the juice to splatter against her cheek, but not so much that she crushed the … Continued
I have been writing poetry lately– actually quite a bit. But it’s all in the form of song lyrics and the songs are still being formed. I finished this one within a day so that I could publish it on … Continued
Good one, Goodell. It works so well.Alongside McCormick, Edison and Bellyou deserve a venerable mention.Yours is one of my favorite inventions.
With buckets of apples beginning to stack up,the need to process them becomes pressing.Freezing and thawing and mashing and pressingthat is, and then some clean-up-the-messing.
I love the smell of fall almost as much as spring.But in the spring there’s asparagus and rhubarb,and in the fall there’s everything!
I’ll hide you in my bosom like an owl in a hollow, and you will find it full and warm with sustenance to swallow.
If the food in the freezer flooded into the fridgeso the fridge food fled to the countertop,let itself by diced and chopped,then chose the frying pan over the fire,there’d be a feast tonight.
Since you’re not home, I eat alone.I multi-task (no time to waste!)and miss out on how my food tastes.
When I am getting hungry,even though I just, just ate,I’d like some living casseroleto heap upon my plate.And would that end my munchies?Or would that make me yearnfor the work of God to do,and still more calories to burn.
My arm, my arm!What’s done me harmis a lack of electric mixer.I guess that I have quite the knackfor beating eggs,but I could go quicker.