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...and they lived happily ever after. Smith & Lady: poets, artists, photographers & adventurers.
Our relationship was forged to the soundtrack of Yoko Ono's magic,
frenetic, love-laden song, "Walking On Thin Ice." ( play song )
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Archive for the ‘Food’ Category
Sunday, January 13th, 2019
Yes, erumpent fireflies warmed hands
on xanthous flames fireplaced in a
viperiform damascene hagioscope
gripping the reredos
Girandoled discoball constellations
yogiboogeyboarded swimming pool lights,
dog and ponied interstices of the ceiling joists
zoopraxiscoped herds of variegated animals,
the alopecoid and hares, all manners
of dazzling English animals
The nickle nutlets of teeth in
jellygraph gloss of a dead lamb’s grin,
closed eyelids, japan painted blunt nose
nuque broke, visceral ladled nup of bent innocent colliform
draped on a chair, the Inuit their kamiks
Corpulant agriculture was fecund
on plates we left for morning after Christmas,
wastive abundance, frapped humanity
in ruddy hardihood consecrated by
the rabbi we called in;
the comrade donned a biretta
the webster sat under the vesper
it was a mixed bag, fingers bewildered in
nodated whatevers, que sera sera-ing,
the cows munched their kerf
it was ok it was the weather
The validity of vermiculture,
of worksome insects typing logopedics,
rosining translucent violins withily weaving
wirewove niello of the organized whole
~ Lady
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Tuesday, September 20th, 2016

Conversation with Wife 28
“I’m going to make some pasta.”
That’s so old fashioned,
Why not make some presenta, or futura?
When you relieve your water, it’s urine,
when I do it it’s myine.
“Jupiter’s south pole looks like a mandala,
I want it on a t-shirt.”
Well, since it looks like a painted breast
I’d call it a womandala
and you don’t need a t-shirt, just go topless.
What’s this pneumonia everyone has?
oldmonia was good enough in my day.
“Why do you go on like this?”
I was a mouth man in Word War One
we had word rationing back then
could only use two verbs and one gerund a day.
– Smith, 9.20.2016
bottom spaghetti squash face by Lady K,. top face by Smith

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Wednesday, June 15th, 2016
A bit like a nun up from
clean starched sheets worshiping
royal yellow emperor sun unfolding
its robes into the new day to the
plunking strum of Eralio Gill’s harp
somewhere out there a rose garden
in here blessed routine looking out our
green window I write poems, I visit my own home
live my canon law, the right to gently
carpe diem calmly ignore the coaxing
traffic whooshing outside which
wants me bureaucratic
quickly washed and frantic
I’ll sit in a breakfast lifestyle while
husband clinks ceramic plates on the table
and shuffles his slippers on the slate floor
My eyes are fresh in the homeland
perpetual novelty of butter
jam honey on toasted bread
~ Lady
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Tuesday, March 1st, 2016

Status Report 188
I chop big batch carrots, celery,
onions, garlic, chives, parsley,
cilantro, thyme
and toss in Dutch oven
with quarter cup extra virgin olive oil
and saute while wondering
how virgins become extra virgin
and do they have to fuck extra hard
to lose their extra virginity
then add generous tablespoon ground cumin
3 small cans black beans
1 large can diced tomatoes
4 caps cream sherry
shake some MSG
small plop of salt with serious black pepper
little water
bring to boil
simmer 50 minutes
puree half in blender
pour back in with half bag frozen corn
simmer 40 minutes
serve with a dollop of sour cream
and good bread and butter
to help harried wife’s hurried life.
Does this besmirch my bad boy rep?
– Smith, 3.1.2016

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Tuesday, February 9th, 2016

One Soup to Rule Them All
I don’t cook
though I played one for six months
in County Jail lockup 1970
but wife is stressed and stretched and strung
with work hell so I’ve begun
making one large Dutch oven soup a week
to help feed and ease my she.
I’m good at it, find it fun.
My one recipe fits all –
for today’s chili
pour 1/4 cup olive oil in Dutch oven pan
finely chop 4 medium onions
4 carrots
4 stalks celery
11 sprigs parsley
add to pan
saute over medium flame with lid on
stirring frequently
add 1 pound fake meat soy protein mix
cook and stir 20 minutes
add 2 small cans kidney beans
1 small can black beans
1 large can diced tomatoes
couple shakes MSG, salt, black pepper
4 capfuls cream sherry
bit of water
pack of chili mix
bring to boil
lower flame and simmer 50 minutes
fill a blender with cooked beans and veggies
puree
pour back in
add frozen corn
simmer 30 minutes
eat.
Same basic flow for black bean soup
but replace chili mix with cumin
and fake meat with nothing
or navy bean soup with bay leaf and thyme
and smoked salt
or potato soup with spice of choice.
Soon I’ll can the cans
cook dry beans
cut and cook tomatoes.
Best navy bean soup I’ve had.
Pretty good chili.
Fine black bean.
Secret is simple –
more finely chopped veggies than you’d think
and slooooooow cooking.
Nature and chemistry do the rest.
– Smith, 2.9.2016
Lady has taken over the small family web design business, and trying to get a handle on scheduling 2-3 others, plus admin, plus customer relations, plus doing most of the billable coding is beating her down until she figures out the proper mix.
So I’ve also taken over most breakfasts with egg & muffin sandwiches alternating with oatmeal . . . the oatmeal’s extra tasty slow-cooked with milk, vanilla, and raisins, and sweetened with brown sugar and local maple syrup.
I already handle the laundry and dishes, as well as assorted shopping chores and errands, and usually the catbox. And I normally drive so Lady can work on her laptop or catch up on sleep in the passanger seat.
In a few weeks I’ll be 70. Strange trip. Started writing and singing blues lyrics at 56, took up romance with Lady at 59 after 20 years celibacy, and now becoming a cook in my late 60’s.
Who’da thunk it?


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Wednesday, July 1st, 2015

Status Report 29
Translucent greenwhite circular cucumber slices
wedge avacado creamyellow green
butter oval cracker gold in glow
small salmon color cup of offcream hummus
on clear glass plate —
pastel still life with whole soul goal.
– Smith, 7.1.2015

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Sunday, 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.
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Friday, April 24th, 2015
Dots and dashes like the
intention of typed lines, current
carrying swirling, wandering zooplankton,
players in various trophic levels, consuming
and scooped by consumers
sieving blooms
God welling up and down
on water columns in the biological pump
eider ducks diving in the polynyas like
lifeguards for the Inuit, down
for the Sami
“Hail Queen of Heaven
Ocean Star
Guide of the wanderer
here below
Thrown on life’s surge
we claim thy care
Save us from peril
and from woe”
~ Lady
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Friday, March 27th, 2015
Ultimo coffee in the pan
pleasure in the gap between now and
fresh groceries, yielding use of every dreg
sounds of love scraping spoons and banging pots
cymbals kindling fire flash of revival from simple
sustenance of food’s hot stuff and soft warm hugs
under the kitchen’s yellow light, institution
of the domicile, attestation
even in crumbs
~ Lady
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Thursday, March 26th, 2015
Breaking logjam fog of dawn crackling daylight awake
on the tachometer comfortably matching illuminated
gear of the world’s signature, pumping khamak drum
to ear’s open negotiations of chinese opera tonalism,
fluid energy’s clarity for hardy legs of joggers
stimulating appetite to relish the cheddar of apple pie
degustation, intelligence animated like ecstatic visions
of the redeemer rising in blooms from flute’s keen
steam in a raga kafi,
Kathy always likes her cup of coffee.
~ Lady
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