
Slippery sausages sizzle
Pop crackle drizzle
Hot greasy whistle
Officially nutritiously beneficial
Chomp chomp nibble
Gristle in middle
Healthy diet dismissal
Sexy sausage swivel

Slippery sausages sizzle
Pop crackle drizzle
Hot greasy whistle
Officially nutritiously beneficial
Chomp chomp nibble
Gristle in middle
Healthy diet dismissal
Sexy sausage swivel

Life is like a box of chocolates
Its a gift filled with sweet moments that quickly disappear
Its fun to share with others who appreciate it
Some people pick the same chocolate every time
Be a daring adventurer and try something new
If your box of chocolates is almost empty
Go out and buy two more
Indulge yourself and make a surprise gift with the other
Its not over while there are still things to enjoy
Try to save your last chocolate for those who follow you
Nobody wants to leave an empty box legacy
Eggs are soft inside with a fragile shell
potatoes are firm with a thin skin
Something strange happens when you boil them
Eggs become hard inside
Potatoes go soft and mushy
Of course there is a scientific reason
The proteins in the egg bind together under heat
The starch in the potato absorbs water and breaks down
It still remains fascinating to me
How different they react
To the same exposure
People are just the same
When faced with adversity
If you get into hot water
Do you crumble and let your resistance dissolve
Or do you stand firm and rigid
Are you an egg or a potato
I think I am a mixture
Sometimes I can be stubborn and resist almost anything
Other times I prefer to give in to end the conflict
I suppose that makes me a potato and egg salad

After dinner they put a movie on TV
Do we have any chocolate hidden he asked
No I stopped buying it because you eat it all she replied
I bet you have stashed a bar somewhere he said with a smile
She caved in and left the room for a moment
Returning with a full bar of chocolate and saying
Promise me you will only eat one piece this evening
And promise me you will not go hunting for the hidden stash
I promise he said as he ate his piece in one gulp
She took tiny bites from her piece
Making it last for the whole movie
He kept glancing at the chocolate bar in lust throughout the movie
She said she was proud of him for just eating one piece
I am putting this bar back now she said
They cleared up the kitchen and she got ready for bed
While she was busy he snuck into the office
He had discovered her hiding place just before dinner
In the middle of the bookshelf
Wedged between a guide to Italy and an Indian cook book
He reached up to grab another piece quickly
Horror of horrors it was not there any more
She had moved the chocolate to a different location
He cleaned his teeth and got into bed
She pretended to be asleep
He leaned over to kiss her goodnight
She whispered I knew you would go looking for it again
He said nothing and just sighed
You can have another piece tomorrow she said
She kissed him goodnight and said I love you
Love you too he replied somewhat reluctantly
That night he had a dream about eating loads of chocolate

Outdoor grilling was a challenge for me at first
Having been to many grilling parties
Seeing all the guys hanging at the grill with a beer
I believed it must be in the male genetic code to grill perfectly
My first attempts did not go well
I had left the charcoal outside and it got damp
I burned paper and wood below it
But I only made flames for a short while
Before the flames subsided to white smoke
Then the charcoal refused to ignite
I got better with dry charcoal
Using firelighters to get things going
I put the food on the grill too soon
Everything tasted like firelighters
I learned to wait until the charcoal was searing hot
Then started cooking directly over it
But the food was instantly carbonized in the extreme heat
Waiting for the charcoal to cool off was my next idea
By this time the grill was too cold to cook the food
I ended up taking everything into the kitchen to finish cooking
Of course all these efforts were not flying solo
I had the usual beer swilling male posse surrounding my grill
They all gave me a good grilling about my techniques
It took many years of charred steaks and carbonized burgers to understand it all
Learning how to rake the coals to one side and then cook on indirect heat
Meat thermometers came in to play as science replaced guess work
Gradually I learned how to grill properly over a decade or so
But just as I mastered the mysteries of cooking over burning charcoal embers
I switched over to a gas grill and had to start learning again
This time it was so much easier control the heat
Turning the knobs up or down was all I had to do
And the bonus was no more clean up of dusty ashes the day after
I only cook on gas now and it always produces great food
I still get the posse surrounding my gas grill offering advice and grilling me
But I have learned to ignore them all and just smile
The truth is you can only learn how to cook food well
By experiencing how to cook it really badly many times
Happy grilling with or without the beer swilling posse

People are probably passionate about phenomenal pistachios
Cats crave to calmly chew charming cashews
An armadillo always ate adequate almonds
Be brave before brazenly biting basic bold Brazil nuts
Hop into a hilarious haze with happy hazelnuts
Maybe munch on marvelous magical medicinal macadamias
Plan a party preferably with plenty of persuasive pecans
Peter pines for Penelope’s precocious pretty pine nuts
We would wait a while for wonderful wild wacky walnuts
Pop in a pile of pesky pivotal persistant peanuts
But peanuts are really lazy laidback lavish legumes
Not nutritious naughty native nut nibbles

What do you get by mixing flour, butter and sugar
They are the main ingredients of cake
Almost everybody loves cake
We roll them out at birthdays and anniversaries
Cakes are essential at weddings
Afternoon tea must include cake
So where did the story of cakes start
Who invented the first cake
How did cake become so essential in our lives
Some say the word cake has Nordic origins
Derived from the word ‘kaka’
Which is very unfortunate
Because kaka is the ancient Greek word for poo
Nobody wants to celebrate their birthday by lighting candles in poo
Well nobody that I am aware of
Historians believe that cake can be traced back to the ancient Egyptians
They baked bread laced with honey
Ancient Greeks baked cakes for birthdays of their gods
Adding candles to depict moonlight
Modern cakes have have their roots in the 17th century
When the main ingredients became more accessible
Cake became more popular in the 19th century
Its was still a luxury item back then
As sugar and chocolate were expensive items
Cake is now firmly established in our lives today
Almost every restaurant offers cake for dessert
People earn a living making cakes for special occasions
So what is the future for cake
Will low carb and keto kill the cake
Will the war against sugar result in cake collateral damage
What place will cake have in the 22nd century
Life is all about choices
If you like cake then go buy one now
Or buy the ingredients and bake one
Better still buy or bake two or more cakes
Enjoy your cake today
Have it and eat it

I visit my fridge many times during the day
In the morning she blinks a good morning to me as I open the door
She wakes up and offers me breakfast
Usually yogurt and fresh fruit
I thank her for breakfast and close her door
She naps when her door is closed
Come mid morning I am feeling peckish
I open her door and ask what she has to offer
She suggests I eat some raw vegetables
Come lunchtime I visit the fridge again
She tells me to watch my calorie intake
Suggests a salad for lunch
I am hungry again by mid afternoon and revisit my fridge
I tell her I want those leftovers from the restaurant meal
We have a long chat about my snacking habits
She tells me to drink two glasses of water and no more snacking
I follow her advice and reluctantly close the door
Half an hour later I open the door again
She tells me to stay busy instead of eating
Points out that she needs a good cleanup
I get busy and throw away stuff that is getting old plus the leftovers
She sighs with contentment as I wash down her shelves
Then she tells me to close her door and go for a walk
I wander around the town and bump into some friends
We go to a happy hour and have a few drinks
Then we get hungry and order food
The happy our ends but we stay until late
We order more food and drinks
I get back home and open the fridge door
She shakes her head when she sees yet another bag of leftovers
Tells me I should not eat out so often and instead eat her healthy food at home
I am tired of her lecturing and ignore her
I throw in the leftovers and slam the door shut
I tell her to shut and leave me alone
I put on the TV then promptly fall asleep
Its late when I wake up in front of the TV
I am hungry and go searching for leftovers
The fridge door will not open at all
She refuses to unlock it until I apologize for being rude
I am too hungry to stand there arguing and offer my apologies
She unlocks the door and we have a long chat
I get a stern lecture on healthy eating while holding the door open
I nod in fake agreement that I am finished eating for today
Then I make a grab for the leftovers before she closes the door
Eating cold pizza at 2am is my reward
It tastes so good
The next day I wake up late and wander into the kitchen
Half expecting the fridge door to be locked again
It opens easily but I can sense something is wrong with her
Everything is defrosted and warm and all the food inside is ruined
I demand an explanation from the fridge
She tells me to calm down and listen to her
Pointing out that she turned herself off to deliberately destroy the contents
As a last desperate measure to stop me from over eating junk food
She asks me to go shopping and just buy healthy food to restock
Promises to keep it fresh if I promise to stick to my diet
I calm down and agree with her completely
I shake her handle to seal the deal
Then I empty all the rotting food
She switches herself back on again
She sighs with relief when I wipe down her shelves
I go to Whole Foods and pick up a ton of healthy foods
They take my whole paycheck at the checkout
My fridge smiles when I restock her
We become best friends again
My desire to snack gets stronger every day
But I do not want to let her down
I figure out a way to keep her happy
I buy a second fridge and put her in the garage
She looks so cute in there alongside my tools
Stocked with beer and unhealthy treats
My garage fridge loves to party with me
While my kitchen fridge thinks I am sticking to my diet
I visit the garage fridge often late at night
We drink beer together and chat endlessly about nothing
She watches TV with me and offers me snacks
She squeezes my hand when I touch her door handle
We become very close
Life is great again for me and for both my fridges
It all comes undone after a month or so
I open the kitchen fridge asking her for salad to make my lunch
She blinks her light slowly and then starts to cry
I ask her what is bothering her and she sobs
You are cheating on me with that floozy in the garage

When I eat honey
A tasty time capsule explodes
Bringing back childhood memories
Happy summers
Endless days of fun
Running through tall grasses
Collecting wild flowers
Smelling their sweet scent
Rushing home for a snack
Mother making toast
Hot buttered bread
Drizzled with honey
Sweet delicious honey
Lingering over every bite
Crunchy thick toast
Creamy butter
Sweet flavorful honey
Sticky fingers tasted good
Whenever we fell ill
We drank warm water with honey
Soothing sweet honey
Calming sore throats
Giving energy to tired limbs
At the first sign of any adult cold or flu
We drank hot toddies
Whisky, honey, lemon and hot water
A magical potion to ward off all sickness
Best taken at bedtime
Making your dreams sweeter
We also baked Flapjacks
Oats mixed with delicious honey
A healthy treat after dinner
Or sampled on a summer picnic
Sitting on a blanket
Watching the bees
Visiting wild flowers
To make us more honey
Liquid gold honey
Pure sweet honey
Treat your honey to some honey today

Wondering where to eat last night
Somebody suggested a Japanese steak house
Something I had not done for twenty years
It was almost full on arrival
They squeezed us in at one corner
Nine hungry faces on three sides
A shiny hot plate in the middle
A waiter took our orders
I chose chicken and shrimp
We smiled and nodded at our neighbors
Sipping cold sake and waiting for the show
The chef wheeled in a cart piled high with food
He verified the order for each person
Before performing a juggling act
With a pair of very sharp knives
We were all waiting for a severed finger to drop onto the hot plate
Thankfully that never happened
Next he squirted a pool of oil and ignited it with a lighter
A huge fireball shot up into the vent hood over the table
Everybody checked their eyebrows
He brought out some raw eggs for more juggling
Smashing each one ceremoniously
They sizzled and hissed as he chopped and mixed
Beating a rhythm into the food
The eggs cooked fast
Boiled white rice was dumped over the eggs
More oil and butter was added
Finally a squirt of soy sauce
Moving every grain of rice in a beating blur
Piling each portion onto the side of a cleaver
Expertly launching fried rice onto each plate
We all smiled in appreciation
As the steak, chicken, prawns and scallops danced on the searing hot plate
The razor sharp knife reduced the slices of meat into bite size chunks
Added to our plates alongside the rice
A mountain of vegetable filled the hotplate
Slicing and dicing as they shrunk into an oily hot lake
An onion was expertly sliced into rings
Reassembled into a volcano
Filled with oil and lit for the finale
Flames erupted from the top
Applause erupted too
The show was over
It was time to eat
The food was delicious
Nobody seemed to mind being splashed with soy sauce and fried rice
When we got home our clothes reeked of fried oil
A pungent reminder of an unforgettable meal
I might go again, perhaps twenty years from now