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Pear and Cheddar Quiche

April 26th, 2015

Cheddar and Pear Quiche Recipe
by Lady

1 ripe pear, peeled and diced
6 oz cheddar, shredded
3 T flour
4 eggs
2/3 C whole milk
pie crust in pan
1/2 t salt

Preheat oven to 375. Mix pear, 2/3 of the cheddar and 2 T flour in small bowl. Whisk eggs and milk, then whisk in 1 T flour. Dump the cheddar/pear mixture onto the pie crust, then pour the egg mixture over it, and sprinkle the reserved cheddar on top. Bake about 35-40 minutes.

Bake about 35-40 minutes.


Poetry Month Poems – Lady’s #26

April 26th, 2015


Dark-eyed junko dits, smacks
and tinkling chips, metal songed members
of flocks, passerines shuffling on perches,
passapied rushes, neck raises, fan tails
and chases, badinage of loving nests and
stubborn pecks, community dynamics
and avian adultery

~ Lady



Out at the In-laws 15

April 26th, 2015

Out at the In-laws 15

Heading toward Dead Man’s Curve
rush hour traffic sun setting behind us
Screaming Jay screaming “I put a spell on you,”
this outlaw’s en route to in-laws
to see if queen bee free from three day cage,
black and blues oozing
Guitar Slim, Memphis Slim, Slim Harpo,
Little Walter & his Dukes from the speakers
as we zoom by Vrooman Road
Ashtabula bound to our beehive three days old
to see if hive survives
thrives in deep river of song above the pond
where blob turned turtle turns green heron
fishing with its mate
as my mate enjoying Cletus Black
and Otis Taylor
cuts chive into sour cream saying
“This is from the yard”
and I reply
“I like knowing where my chives come from.
And my hives.
Like to keep my spare chives in my hive,
And my hives in the chives.
Once had five hives
aligned and alive in one chive
with my Jekyll jive and Hyde.”

– Smith, 4.26.2015


tune up / queen bee check

April 25th, 2015

one of our bees checking me out

Checked our beehive yesterday three days after first dumping the bees into their new home . . . was worried because we could see no bees coming or going and I’m thinking they’re dead or gone, but there were lots when we opened the hive and saw the queen has been released. Now we check in a week to see if there is egg laying. If so, we’re in business.

Listened to an imported blues anthology on the way out to the hive . . . two cds with a total of 50 old-timey blues classics cost $2, plus another couple bucks shipping. That’s 4 cents a song. Anyway after hearing 25 of them, I wrote this blues tune. Record it next week.

Tune Up

Gal you been runnin’ uneven
need to work your wobble wheel
I say I see you be runnin’ uneven
need to smooth your wavy wheel
give it a real good greasin’
then see how it feels.

Let’s paint your big bread basket
do the spit and shine
yes let’s re-rig your big bread basket
all wet with spit and shine
no use taking to the casket
what we can share here like rare wine.

You got that rough round red wagon
burning rubber straight from hell
I mean baby your little red wagon
razes rudder rather well
you’re my fiery fed dragon
and I’m deep in your wishing well.

Come on gal, let’s raise your hood
start my fine tune dance
need to race your motor good
make it sputter utter chance
gonna race some rising blood
when we turn up these amps.

Most folk moanin’ about something
moanin’ morning, noon, and night
groanin’ after some hankering
for a tone that just ain’t right
so they go and lose their anchoring
slip slide outa sight.

Well we gotta ring them chimes
do the shake and shudder
I tell you it ain’t no crime
to roll the rocking rather
time after time after time after time
till we go and come together.

So Lady let’s fine-tune this mean machine
check it all for clues
see how your equipment leans
make sure nothing’s loose
lick your connections clean
jump start your vital juice.

– Smith, 4.25.2015

3rd day queen bee release inspection


Poetry Month Poems – Lady’s #25

April 25th, 2015


we’re like a glacier leaving a trail
in our hurtling maneuverings for convenience
whatever’s needed’s forced import like
for inhabitants of Alaska

Tattered matters dash past, the handle
let loose on a neighborhood, some
future land bank

Unleash summer’s moist green season

Dip us in fat softness of renewal

Think, just going down the freeway
past the rubbery clusters of chicory
Queen Anne’s lace, secret feet of
animals living quietly
on sacred soil

~ Lady



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