< my sister won't eat bacon fat on Christmas or any other day >

[rayheinrich]

                 
                               
                               
                            < my sister won't eat bacon fat on Christmas or any other day >
                               
                                i'm looking for Christmas wrapping paper
                                instead of making cornbread
                                so i'm in the garage
                                busy piling some stuff
                                i don't recognize
                                on top of some other stuff
                                i don't recognize
                                but that at least
                                doesn't weigh as much as the first stuff i didn't recognize
                                and suddenly realize
                                that where i thought the paper was
                                was where it was in another garage
                                in another house
                                in another decade
                                but i do see a box
                                that might just be the wrapping paper
                                and i pick up another box
                                to make space to get over to it
                                and i knock over a bottle
                                that has a red and green bow on it
                                and so must be an old Christmas present
                                and it turns out to be sherry
                                and so i put the box of whatever it was
                                i was moving to make space to get to where i was going
                                down
                                thereby taking up the space again
                                and blocking my path again
                                and i take the bottle back to the kitchen
                                and open it
                                and sip it  
                                and it's a little bitter
                                but it will do
                                and i set it down next to the cornmeal
                                the flour
                                the sugar
                                the baking powder
                                the salt
                                the milk
                                the eggs
                                and the olive oil
                                which i'm using
                                instead of bacon fat
                                because my sister won't eat bacon fat
                                and because i used up all the butter
                                making pie crusts this morning
                                and yes i know corn bread doesn't taste as good
                                when you make it with olive oil
                                but you CAN make it with olive oil
                                and that's what i'm going to do
                                because the damn pie crusts wore me out
                                and that's just how it's going to be
                                and i check the oven
                                which has filled the kitchen
                                with the scent of this morning's apple pies
                                and it's Christmas
                                and i tell my sister
                                that i found sherry instead of wrapping paper
                                and soon
                                i promise
                                we'll have cornbread as well

                                                - - -

[ellajam]

Lovely, fun read. big grin on in another house in another decade. I make a tasty olive oil cornbread without even the milk, you can always brush butter of bacon grease on top of some for those that love it.

Makes me wish I could stop in for a sniff.

[Erthona]

I wasn't sure what this was, the title on the ticker read "my sister won't eat bac..." As you can see, such could lead on into some very dark places, so I clicked on it and was disappointed to say the least.

I knew a girl named Sherry, didn't care for the taste of her a bit. I did use to like a touch of apricot brandy around the holiday seasons, or if I was feeling adventuresome a little Yukon Jack. Surprising, "Wild Turkey Liqueur" was quite tasty, if a bit cloying. Good for late in the evening, after a heavy meal not expecting any sort of action that night while looking out over the lights of Albuquerque. Ah "Norwegian Wood, isn't it good?"

I use to make everything from scratch, but people's palates are so unrefined these days there really isn't a point.


All in all, very Rowen-esque.

dale

[rayheinrich]

I wasn't sure what this was, the title on the ticker read "my sister won't eat bac..."  As you can see, such could lead on into some very dark places, so I clicked on it and was disappointed to say the least.

I knew a girl named  Sherry, didn't care for the taste of her a bit. I did use to like a touch of apricot brandy around the holiday seasons, or if I was feeling adventuresome a little Yukon Jack. Surprising, "Wild Turkey Liqueur" was quite tasty, if a bit cloying. Good for late in the evening, after a heavy meal not expecting any sort of action that night while looking out over the lights of Albuquerque. Ah "Norwegian Wood, isn't it good?"

I use to make everything from scratch, but people's palates are so unrefined these days there really isn't a point.

All in all, very Rowen-esque.

dale

It's my other sister you're thinking about; her sexual proclivities are so multitudinous and
so diverse that they overlap and can not, in all honesty, be called proclivities at all.

I'm drinking "Kentucky Gentleman" bourbon and Coke Zero at the moment. While I'd never mix good
bourbon with coke (not even ice or water for that matter), it's not, so I do. I'm expecting some action
tonight, it's called "feeding the cats" (now that DOES sound pretty dark, don't it?).

I have never tried apricot brandy on a vagina before, you are quite the swashbuckler.

I don't care about other people's palates, when I'm cooking it's my palate I'm trying to please.
(Of course, since I truly love "Kentucky Gentleman" [but, in its defense, it's a genuine straight bourbon,
rough but honest, NOT blended crap], I can hardly call my palate discerning.

"Rowen-esque", a magnificent compliment in my book (er, poem). When people go on about
him being incomprehensible, I think: "No, he's not incomprehensible; you're dimly witted."
He has such remarkable insights into about fucking everything; or maybe it's just that I'm
in tune with his  incomprehensibilities.

Ray

[ellajam]

That's a fine looking cornbread and a fun read. This is a lovely week, the calm after the storm. Leftovers gone, time to cook a bit again.

[rayheinrich]

aw, thanks... and she still doesn't

[Thunderembargo]

what a successful poem; the writing gave me a recipe for some poem to eat while devouring its savory ingredients;  it literally gave me an appetite while also giving me ideas to write down; simultaneous and multifarious;  my feeling about olive oil is somewhat different than yours though, i couldcook the ingredients in bacon fat, of course, but may mix in some corn oil---and it seems that there is always some use for the tasty oil of the olive at some stage in the cooking and baking process.. usually when the food is complete, then you can pour your sherry, to a girl named brandy----as dale suggests

                 
                               
                               
                            < my sister won't eat bacon fat on Christmas or any other day >
                               
                                i'm looking for Christmas wrapping paper
                                instead of making cornbread
                                so i'm in the garage
                                busy piling some stuff
                                i don't recognize
                                on top of some other stuff
                                i don't recognize
                                but that at least
                                doesn't weigh as much as the first stuff i didn't recognize
                                and suddenly realize
                                that where i thought the paper was
                                was where it was in another garage
                                in another house
                                in another decade
                                but i do see a box
                                that might just be the wrapping paper
                                and i pick up another box
                                to make space to get over to it
                                and i knock over a bottle
                                that has a red and green bow on it
                                and so must be an old Christmas present
                                and it turns out to be sherry
                                and so i put the box of whatever it was
                                i was moving to make space to get to where i was going
                                down
                                thereby taking up the space again
                                and blocking my path again
                                and i take the bottle back to the kitchen
                                and open it
                                and sip it  
                                and it's a little bitter
                                but it will do
                                and i set it down next to the cornmeal
                                the flour
                                the sugar
                                the baking powder
                                the salt
                                the milk
                                the eggs
                                and the olive oil
                                which i'm using
                                instead of bacon fat
                                because my sister won't eat bacon fat
                                and because i used up all the butter
                                making pie crusts this morning
                                and yes i know corn bread doesn't taste as good
                                when you make it with olive oil
                                but you CAN make it with olive oil
                                and that's what i'm going to do
                                because the damn pie crusts wore me out
                                and that's just how it's going to be
                                and i check the oven
                                which has filled the kitchen
                                with the scent of this morning's apple pies
                                and it's Christmas
                                and i tell my sister
                                that i found sherry instead of wrapping paper
                                and soon
                                i promise
                                we'll have cornbread as well

                                                - - -

[nibbed]

it would be cool to have a sister to share Christmases with
this poem is wonderful because I feel like I am standing where you are and watching the scene
it also takes the form of a list that's missing just enough butter
yes, pie crusts can wear you out!
I am wondering if the cornbread tasted okay
I reread it without so many and(s) and the(s) but it took away the personable charm

iron skillets are as good as weightlifting so the speaker must be very strong

cute poem
-nibbed