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i drain a can of pineapple
into a cup, mix the juice with Sprite
then throw the chunk
in a bowl
my wife mixes in sugar,
cheese, cracker crumbs & butter
putting it on to bake
"do you think it's a dessert?
it's listed as a side dish."
"i dunno," it's sustenance,
and i resist labels
and tastes, mmm....
good, to say the least,
warm in a bowl,
all the textures
dance round your tongue
like revelers at a May pole
out the window,
snow gathers in clumps,
refugees of the Sun
in the corner tree,
a bird, brown & muted,
as the season, works a seed
with a tilt of my makeshift cocktail
of leavings, i acknowledge him,
yet another day
of survival.
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Wow, I am in line first tonight.
And, I could go for that sort of cocktail. I spent much of undergrad eating pineapples from a can and teasing it with sprite.
Such a beautiful slice of life described here! Enjoy the tastes.
such a cool piece here..starts with an excellent title..and so true..the magic is in taking the things we got and make something good from it..and there are a hundred of different ways to do this..we just have to be creative and a bit brave sometimes to try unusual combos as well..i much like how you describe the scene, take us right into the moment and then zoom out to see also the bigger picture, the things that go on around..great texture in this as well
Prepper's Delight!
I like the textures and flavors dancing on your tongue. Some minuette, some are pogo-ing!
Happy Aloha to YOU, Bri
from Honolulu,
Comfort Spiral
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Amazing how you make mundane stuff interesting...now, I am tempted.
Sounds like a recipe to me. Not one I'd be all that inclined to make, but I can see how you might get into it.
Interesting mix you are having here, Brian...I do not know about opening a restaurant yet...but you might be surprised what you will find one day, without looking for it :-)
the anthology is SO exciting!!! Congratulations on all your successes with dVerse!
happy hour with a bird! LOVE it!
I think if I looked at some of the things I threw together I'd wonder what I was doing with them, so it might be better I don't keep recipes. I think side foods count as dessert, especially if they involve pineapple.
Nice cocktail, Brian! The beauty of pineapples in cans is that one can consume the whole can and wanting more there are still other cans. Unlimited wants as long as one cares for more! Nicely!
Hank
yep love how you take the every day and always turn it into something more with a little twist at the end :-)
Sounds yummy and very dessert-y ;)
That does sound suspiciously like a recipe!! And it sounds good!
Me and my hot tea, toasts you back!
Hugs
SueAnn
Whatever, side dish or dessert, it sounds good. I love the dancing flavours, Brian. Mouthwateringly good.
Snow outside, baking inside, a cocktail made with pineapple. This is the definition of cozy. It had all the ingredients, and they worked so well together. :)
A man after my own heart! I once ran out of breakfast fodder on a canoe camping trip and ended up having sardines in strawberry jam. It gave me a taste for the conglomerate recipe -- but I've never been able to convince Doreen.
Hmmm, I would say this mixture sounds interesting, Brian. Does sound more like a dessert than a cocktail if it is being baked though! Glad it was good!
Next a baking soda souffle! Voila et mange. Hang in there my friend.
Sounds yummy... and I love the ending. Such a wonderful moment captured.
Ha! I used to be a very inventive baker as a child, teenager==never using recipes, and trying to make muffins without sugar or flour. The results were mixed! (Ha!) k.
When I lived overseas and traveled to villages and the villagers shared food, I sometimes had no idea what I was eating. Sometimes it was good and other times it filled my hunger. They shared and they were survivers as are we all.
winter storms bring out the inventors in the kitchen, looking for warmth and comfort after playing with the snowboards.
Creations in the kitchen. I love it. I have often wondered if people who are artistically creative (like you are with your writing) are creative in food endeavors as well. I suppose this answers that question!
I can almost taste our pineapple delight from your descriptions here my love. This was such a warm and peaceful piece, just beautiful.
An interesting title post, I would think you make whatever it is you are given ~
I like the texture of the dessert and the comparison to the muted bird, working the seed, is a good reminder to count our blessings ~
Happy Tuesday ~
Tasty, bri. The bird is a nice touch, as well--we survive, sometimes we thrive, on simple things.
The thoughts of you and your wife working side by side in the kitchen while a storm melts away outside is comforting. I love the imagery here.
Eat what you got not always what you want.
brown and muted as the season...a perfect capture...and I LOVE pineapple...love these little tidbits/glimpses into your world...though I am left to envy the pineapple...
Yay! It's all collage, conglomerate, cooking, all worthy of toasting in the light or night!
but it does make it a poem...
this is beautiful and i love the way you went from sustenance to love to sustenance, the food chain, life.
Once more you show us the poetry in the everyday and seemingly ordinary occurences of life.
I love how the title describes the poem so well!
They sure count
No matter the amount
As long as they work for you
All that matters at ones zoo
And makes quite the mixture in verse
Even if ones recipe is a bit perverse haha
Though you write about an simple thing, I feel it's such an intimate glimpse into your life and your marriage. Playful, loving and unfortunately having to consider the aspect of survival. I really like this.
beauty in the ordinary...you know I love that kind of stuff. :)
Love how you made something great out of what you've got. Speaks to a lot of things. Cool poem.
Sounds like a perfect day...this piece has such a warm and lovely feel to it. Tasty, with good texture...'i resist labels'...ha, me too. And I do love that title...drew me right in!
Love the title, and whatever it was it sounds delicious!
I felt I was right there with this one,
I like the line 'snow as refugees of the sun'. Keep up the great writing!
Lovely-"textures dance like revelers at a May pole" is a really nice sensory mixing description.Hope the taste was as good as the poem :)
that's quite a blend of ingredients Brian but anything with pineapple gets my vote! :<)
This line is a gem...snow gathers in clumps,
refugees of the Sun ...love this piece, LOVE! :)
A great cocktail.
One of the hidden gifts of winter, an appreciation for comfort, warmth, and existence. Carefully and delicately expressed. :)
"snow gathers in clumps,
refugees of the Sun" beautiful phrase Brian!
Throw that pineapple my way Brian - I often raise a cup or piece of toast to the garden visitors, usually with a whispered gasp and "good morning" :)
Thanks for sharing this moment of warmth and comfort, B ...
Sometimes that's the best way to create something. Recipes don't have to be shared. You can make a mix of whatever and enjoy it yourself. Interesting take.
Love the way you something out of nothing, here, Bri. I think Claudia says it best for me...BTW, gonna try that recipe...:))
We need a warm comfort food and warm thoughts expressed in this tasty poem for winter, Brian.
I especially like the very male: "it's sustenance, and I resist labels."
Brian, I really enjoyed your poem! The flow your descriptions fell upon a hungry stomach over hear! :)
To create, now there is a question to ponder. Thank you! -joanie
I love a dessert that doubles as a sidedish. It's kind of like a double agent spy, working it from both angles. Peace, Linda
Desert - I think this is desert. :-) I can't think of baked pineapple and sugar and sprite as anything but.
But to a needy bird - anything is sustenance. :-0 :-)
To comment or not to comment, that is the question. Aww, go on then. If I can just wipe this saliva off the keys first.
I used to detest pineapple, but thatwas only the tinned stuff. I tried the real McCoy not long ago and now I am addicted, so this struck a chord and my tastebuds, two for the price of one.
Ironically, I reach the end of this piece expecting to find a recipe included. Guess I'll have to experiment myself. And maybe that's the point with all of life's ingredients!
i like the contrast between how you make the cake and the bird goes though the process of getting the nutrition from the seed
I agree, labels are for wimps... just enjoy the drink :P
Lots of great lines here. Love the conversation going on. It's so relatable.
sounds like an interesting concoction. I love the scene you paint outside the window.
such a fun read, I love the ending. This reminds me of my sis who likes to experiment with food.
do like the May Pole and the nature elements...
Mmmm...the smells and tastes of home. Resisting labels, good. Sustenance, better. Simple excerpt of home life. the little things that make it worth living.
Hi Brian--sounds like "dump cake" to me :-) And that is wonderful, warm and comforting--like your poem, love the bird reference--you are a commenting ninja--seemed like 2 seconds after I posted, you had a comment--Thank you!
may I come for a taste, free style, words sweet, tangy, best served warm...
An idyllic picture of domestic bliss, with just a little sting in the tail.
Pineapple hit & miss
with a pretty bride to kiss
Sounds like ingredients for
a recipe to me...
Pineapple hit & miss
with a pretty bride to kiss
Sounds like ingredients for
a recipe to me...
I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a wee bit queasy now...
Sounds wonderful; the drink AND the dish. Reading your poetry is often like reading someone's journal. Someone with a great outlook on life, that is. I enjoy the heck out of it!
While the secret sauce to this poem is in the title, there's a lot to be gotten from the dive straight into the scene, that interplay of character and narrative that drives it home.
Oh I can almost taste this, what a wonderful evening and nice the little bird...we all have to survive the best way we know how. Now to find some pineapple ;)
Interesting recipe! Most things taste good when we are grateful to have food... and the weird creative concoctions are the best. :)
Delightful - so much life in this, I love how you brought the small details to attention. Excellent.
why not? I love pineapple! sure many dishes were find like this, I made pineapple too LOL but only add sugar and chopped, I like eat so, and hubby love with heavy cream! Oh My!
Love the title !! and baked pineapple mmm...mmm...good!!
Such wisdom. And I like the visit with rhyme. The power of a chef, drinkmaster, poet. We can have all the lines, but it doesn't make it a poem.
Oh, this sounds good!
A tiny moment drips with Millerisms and Brianado energy. Your title def is double-edged, mired in probable symbolism, and the poem takes us gently along, with a nice lift for the denouement. Another winner from Millerville, sans margarita. .
What a lovely piece I especially love how you took us from your kitchen to the bird feeding. You have created a fantastic glow for me on this chilly night. :)
fab contrasts at work here brian.. all pivoting on this lovely stanza:
in the corner tree,
a bird, brown & muted,
as the season, works a seed
...snatches of sun amidst the wintry landscape keep us going :)
It might not be a recipe but it sure sounds like it's on the menu. Nicely done!
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I'm not a fan of pineapple but this sounds appealing for whatever reason! Very nice Brian. It has this "cozy" feel to me for some reason.
Love, love, love pineapple. You actually turned a recipe into poetry. That's talent.
Yeah, don't need labels for everything...it's food..we like it or not...side dish or dessert. I loved the fresh pineapple we had this weekend. Love your acknowledgement of the bird outside doing his thing...
I picture the scene as an end of day cocktail with a loved one, standing in the kitchen and letting the cares of the day get washed away. Really nicely done, Brian.
Ooooo, I can just taste that pineapple concoction... thanks to your wonderfully woven imagery of words!! :-)
Ooooo, I can just taste that pineapple concoction... thanks to your wonderfully woven imagery of words!! :-)
Is it an upside down cake?
hey brian
you know we are all going to be cooking this right? . . . the title leads us right in to a tongue tingling setting full of flavour but then the piece evens out into the wider scape and becomes a very complete whole worth savouring!
I love how you made this be a recipe whether it really is or not - you could even call it "Brian's Upside Down and Sideways Cake" or some such. Or not. It sure sounds way tasty enough! Always a pleasure to read your poetry Brian and it's been awhile for me ...
http://leapinelephants.blogspot.ca/2013/01/a-life-lived-flagrantly.html
I'm exhausted tonight straining to keep my eyes open and you still manage to coax out of me a smile- now I am alert, amused and dang it... curious about the combo cocktail !
I love the description of the making, of the stirring, of the sights and sounds.
I can almost taste it :)
Makes me wanna try this cocktail. Beautiful, indeed.
I love the way you combined the taste of a cocktail (delicious imagery)with the mellow taste of life's small pleasures and observations. I found myself sated with the all flavors. Very nice.
Dessert indeed, and love the cocktail and your salute to the bird!
refugees of the sun... good one, Brian. = )
I guess the alternative title could be, Just because you're alive, doesn't mean you're living! I totally understand that. Love how you make the tiny into giant metaphors!
You tickled my tongue with this one Brian
Dood!
You made me taste with my eyes and see with my tongue. Love the synchronicity; the events of the kitchen coinciding with the events in nature in intention and aesthetic. Beautifully executed, man.
Lovely domestic mood..hanging out in the kitchen cooking up a storm..that's what life is!
...there's an art to bringing us right up close like that..into your kitchen ..the details, the salute to the bird:)
yep. necessity is the mother of invention. i have created self proclaimed masterpieces with left overs.
A masterpiece of domestic and culinary excellence Brian.
Wonderful mixture of words! And of course the acknowledgement of the bird.
I think this sounds delicious. Of course, my favorite dessert is Sawdust Salad (look it up), and I eat peanut butter, cheese and mayo sandwiches. Great poem, thanks for bringing in the little bird at the end.
a winter day, you and the bird, doing your things. I enjoy your clear narrative and smiled when I read revelers around a May Pole. It will really be spring soon, won't it?
I am impressed with how you carry from the detailed moment into such lyrical imagery with such fluency. Enjoyed this :) ~ Rose
"with a tilt of my makeshift cocktail
of leavings, i acknowledge him,
yet another day
of survival."
Love this closing. The symbolism is, yet again, masterfully done. Brilliant.
hmm. cheese and pineapple? maybe.
great metaphor there with the bird at the end.
I would like it without the sprite, I don't like soda, lol. Good slice of writing, Brian.
Pamela
You make me crave a pineapple juice and amaretto. nom nom
Thanks for visiting my other blog - you're a cool net friend. :)
pineapples and sprite, hmm…don't know what that would be like…love the kitchen feel and then totally dig the way you brought the piece out to nature and reflected upon the activity there. Great read Brian. Thanks
Sounds like a good thing to drink some juice with Sprite. I like mango juice with seltzer. Good stuff.
Now, I'm hungry. I love that you resist labels. I often order appetizers as my entree and sometimes even dessert. What a pleasure to experience.
you sound line an interesting cook
As intimate as a scene gets, two in love and working as a kitchen team. You set the scene, added flavor and aroma. You took me there. Effective, to say the least.
Masterful poetry, Brian. A recipe for love and I love "refugees of the sun", never heard snowflakes so masterfully described. Great write.
Poem garnished with lots of flavors.. Quite an innovative recipe, I must say ..I too loved the title of the poem...
Many thanks for the warm welcome in dverse openlinknight..Hope to be connected..
I like the poems of Brian, in what he writes I always read a fund of humor that I like.
all the textures
dance round your tongue
like revelers at a May pole
...
love that. what a great simile.
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