dogbread
she told me: you don’t want that it’s dog bread
cornmeal mixed with water and a little salt
was all the dogs got from my grandmother
__good bread, for people, had buttermilk and eggs
__crisp dark brown crusted sides and bottom
__from bacon grease and lard on hot cast iron
the fox hounds (coon hounds) penned beside the smoke house
__ran the hills on cold nights while the men
__told lies around a fire and had a little drop
women listening at home could hear the lies
knowing there would never be a coon or fox.
to make cornbread (or dogbread) heat
a wood cookstove to glowing
do not make it lose its temper
don’t let the fire go out
for five or forty years
if you need to, knock off ice to split your wood
or if the tin roof in the sun could fry an egg
the stove should always have a banked fire
proving that the cook is still alive
a woodstove needs to stand out from the wall
and takes a lot of room you don’t want somebody
back from drawing water from the well
a bucket in each hand bump into a hot stove.
behind the stove’s a place to store your meal
your sugar, flour, a chair to sit on while you sift
or you can use a stand of lard, five gallons,
ten’s a better seat
recipes for cornbread seldom mention lard
though some admit to bacon grease
some of those directions would suggest
no one would dare to serve a bread
unless they’d ground the corn (on stone)
themselves no more than yesterday
some call for yeast and flour
and not much more of corn
than just a myth of meal
the breath of bacon grease in dogbread
prompt #102: memory recipes
How to cook a Thanksgiving Turkey…By Miss Collier’s 2009 Kindergarten Class
You have to go to the grocery store to get a turkey.
Then you put on big piece of heated cheese over the turkey,
put a wine mixture on top, then you put it in the oven for 35 minutes.
It depends you might want to put it on warm or hot.
Then you take it out and you put another wine mixture on top of it and then take it out after another 35 minutes in the oven.
Take it out and put another wine mixture on it and cook it for another hour.
Then you take it out and it is done!
Oh, it doesn’t really matter, but you can put some stuffing in the turkey before you cook it. You might have to put a needle in it so the stuffing doesn’t roll out. …Mackenzie
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You have to shoot a turkey out in the woods.
If you are making a bonfire you can put it in there.
You might need to get some matches and make the fire first.
Put the turkey in the bonfire- put some salt and spices on it.
Keep it in the bonfire and look at the time on your watch- cook it for 30 minutes.
Take it out, put it on a plate…or if you see a bone you can just eat it. That’s all. …Thomas
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Get a turkey from a store, I usually get mine from Publix.
Put it in the oven for maybe 20 seconds at 30 degrees.
We just eat it plain because our friends and family don’t like anything on it. …Emily
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adapted (slightly) from
http://www.frapanthers.com/about_fra/publications/newsletter/index.cfm
[note: this is one of those woke-up-with-it poems
so don't expect a lot from 4am, but if you would,
please comment and suggest]
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Love.Jane.Wikipedia
Special pages: Featured Content: Random Poem
Somewhere deep
in Wikipedia
as if topic subhead
X. A. 3
f. I found a little
article a)
someone had some things to say.
Disambiguate my fantasy
redirected subset Jane that I adore
(This list is incomplete, may never be able to satisfy
certain standards for completion, what is more)
describe her:
won. she ‘s wonderful (a fact)
(b. see 2, 3)
too. she is too good for me
__I’m working on it
three of her favourite words
r) I
Love
you
v–w. x. y. z so forth
I. know her colors
are the wines of northern France
when you walk into a room you will find her at first glance
Her favorite place is on the cover of a magazine
someday she’ll rent somewhere like that
J. just save the world go green!
four. a joke she signed a card
to win a cooking class
d. discovered
she was better than the rest
she could wear a crown
with rocks of diamonds
like a bagel set with salt
laurel bay and cardamon vanilla.
Basil chocolate malt expresso
see: her brownie
IVy is the league for her.
She loves the ACC.
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Compliments of Carolee and Jill, ( and in this case Therese and Donna), today’s exercise is :
Read one of your poems out loud to someone (yes, really). Ask that person to recall one line or phrase. Use that line as the opening of a new piece.
What I used was this: my first (and just about my only) try at a sestina. (you really might want to skip this part)
The Nymph Refrains
I am not bright.
Not bright enough for you, Lucifer. The sun
will not stop in the heaven
at my command, nor will the blue
sea turn to gold
for me. I cannot dance on air.You want a magic air,
Lucifer, one for transmuting straw and gold,
And I cannot for all your bright
and cruel beauty, sing down the sun.
Apples will grow blue
before I sing that song, or god will step down from Heaven.I want the heaven
of your bright
regard. The blue
vaulting sky knows you are air
to me, and sun,
and more by far than gold.But I could lose the sun,
Lucifer. And lose all promises of heaven,
If I cannot ignore your gold
and honeyed words. And even god can see your bright
sweet whisperings turn air
to mead and strip the sky of blue.If ever suitor blew
hot and hotter, it is you, with your air
of I care not, and the heat of the sun
in your hands. You burn gold
with your most glancing touch, and give lie to heaven
making midnight bright.You cannot, trickster, have what gold
is mine by right. My tunes belong to blue
day and sunlit air.
The gift of heaven,
and none of yours. You can not steal from me, Bright
Star, to quench the sunI have no spelling air to call the sun,
to wrench the gold from day and steal the light of heaven.
My soul, I cannot write blue songs. I am not bright enough.
The phrase Jim liked in there
sing down the sun
( I think there was way too much mellerdrama in the sestina, so I went light)
.
.
The afternoon’s too long and bright
sing down the sun
and bring on night with music
use ukuleles, piccolos and chimes
to lift the stars
and when the time is right
bring on the moon
flute a sliver from behind a cloud
or sound out full and rich the sweet bassoon
.
(don’t have a title, and I’m a little iffy on the last line, or maybe the last two, but I like the idea)
