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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
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Essence; surcease! Questions of steam. A meal of new yield to palette the palate. Before I answer, pass me the red and uncork -- soft and breathed -- a night of dark folds. If not a trouble, would you mind? Fork, knife and spoon, ask for seconds for hours. [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (09-20-2002 03:20 PM).] |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
hungry bud?? growing up I ate many a sandwich made of raw radish, butter and salt on white bread... seconds for hours...nice play on words.... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ron, what a childhood! I was stuck with fluffernutters. Blech. And I'm glad you liked the play at the end. It's pretty obvious, but too fun to not add. Thanks for reading this. |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Wow, this reminded me of T.S Eliot and his speaking of afternoons and coffee spoons, I love the creative spin of this, you always have inspiration up your sleeve, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Michael, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
what the heck are fluffernutters? ( wondering if I am not walking into a trap) |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you, Noah. Ron -- ugh, I could set up a topic based just on those things. I always thought it was an across-the-board thing, but Fluff, it turns out, only shows up in the East (and possibly the Mid West?) but definitely not the West. It seems like a very East Coast thing to do, actually. You take this awful sludge called Fluff (which came in this big plastic white canister, with fluff in lowercase). It's basically processed marshmallow spread. Then you stick a knife so it penetrates the noxious layer of white slop, spread it onto -- ugh -- WONDER BREAD, and top it off with peanut butter of your choosing, close the sandwich, and eat the thing. It's not only healthless, it's also the taste of cotton that somehow found its way into a peanut butter manufacturing plant. GRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSS! Mike [This message has been edited by bsquirrel (09-20-2002 03:29 PM).] |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Okay, "Feast" got my attention---and I got a feast alright---a feast of your poetry pudding! Mmm!Mmm! Mmm! I'm sated now, so I think I'll pass on the muzzlefluffers! tehe ~ Keep feeding me your words, and I'll keep eating them up!~ Linda |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(laughing).... grew up in southwest Missouri, but I guess this was not far enough south to have had one of these terrible delights... Of course, we grew up poor and on a farm, so many things we ate were grown not purchased. Peanut butter was a treat. Candy... a present. Cold biscuits and cheese a snack, sliced tomatoes sandwiches, onion sandwiches, all summertime fair. grossest thing I remember eating often was the canned meat covered in a clear slick substance that looked like jelly. Family thought it was a real treat for some reason but it was shaped like the can, had a strange texture and if not heated up, the jelly like stuff coated your mouth like you had eaten geasy wax.. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (09-20-2002 03:40 PM).] |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
That reminds me of how, whenever we were at Hampton Beach, N.H., my family would break out the Spam and start laying it onto white bread. I love my family, but I swear, they have no culinary curiosity at all! My childhood was about PBJ, macaroni and cheese, canned ravioli, Spaghettio's, iceberg lettuce and french dressing, chicken soup, spaghetti and the once-a-week dinner that my mom would cook up. Bless her heart, she hates cooking. So, to be an adult? In California? Away from New Hampshire? With a roommate who has travelled the world and was born in Texas? Foody bliss.  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
As a P.S., you should write a poem about poor-farm cookin'. Though, I guess that would be hard to do without a tinge of nostalgia, wouldn't it? Oh, and I'm sorry for missing you before, Linda. Hi! Glad you liked this hungry thing. Mike |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) Sliced cucumbers and onion in vineger, marinated overnight in the fridge... My family had all the culinary talent in the world...as long as it was fried or boiled they could cook it. So... first time I found out there were otehr ways to prepare things and that salt and pepper were not the only spices in the world...I taught myelf to cook by trying anything and everything I could think of or read about. Ever had beef tongue? Now there was a gross site to see my Grandmother plop this huge long tongue into a pot and boil it with salt until you could chew it....but you know...sliced thin and with a bit of marinated onion on a cracker...it ain't bad... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I'd actually love to try it. What I really love in L.A. is a restaurant called, I think Pho Pho Minh (my apologies if this is completely off the mark). They have cartilage and tripe soup, and it is soooo good. There was also this wonderful Vietnamese desert which involves salted plum, seaweed, beans and something I couldn't tell, served in liquid that you scoop out with a spoon and drink. Many people don't believe my age, simply because of how many things I like trying to eat. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
keep your elbows off the table!! Admonished... Beans and cornbread fried potatoes cold milk dipped Fry it boiled potaotes by the hundred pound in the cellar with canned jar of everything that didn't move or moved too slow and got boiled or fried Fresh from the garden meaning you had spent hours with a hoe and not the kind people talk about today Eat all you want...cause what ain't et now we gotta can Pass the salt and pepper too No more eggs thank you I'm starting to grow feathers as it is and when the sun comes up I end up scratching in the dirt What do you mean burned? You can't eat it raw you know ain't healthy beside that blood oozen out ruins everyone elses appetite Thinking now about all those times I have to ask.... anyone know a good Sushi bar? |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Ha ha ha ha! Sushi or else!  I love this, Ron. You know what's comin' next: Post it!Thanks for takin' the time to do this. It permaglued a smile to my face temporarily. Mike |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn |
Mustard pickles on fried eggs. Corn relish on salt cod. Bacon drippin's on hardtack (called "Bruse"). THAT, my friends is nasty. Mikes offering, above, is worthy of seconds. ~Ed |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
(chuckling) I kind of like mustard on fried eggs with a slice of cheese n a couple of slices of toast. Bacon drippings.... heated them up and poured them over fresh lettuce of course they got used as seasoning in everything else, including the biscuits Corn relish... well that was reserved for a pot of beans and we didn't have an Cod around... so if it was fish, it was catfish or perch or bass caught out of the local pond or stream, and then it was fried of course.... in melted lard.. (laughing) I'm still not going for the marshmallow peanut butter stuff Mikey described... and I've had my fill of potted meat products.... |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
I swear, am I allowed to appear online WITHOUT hunger pangs anymore?! Mike |
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