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THE ESSENTIAL INGREDIENT "Oh love is teasing and love is pleasing. . ." my sister sings to the cake she is about to bake. "And love is a pleasure when first it's new. . ." The rich Christmas mix listens with all of its ingredients. "Ahhhh but as love gets older sure love gets colder. . ." the brandy & fruit weep into the bowl "...and fades away like the morning dew." There is a lot of brandy in the mix. There is a lot of brandy in sis. Sad Irish folk songs appear to be the essential ingredient. A pink and green balloon clings to the ceiling refusing to come down by poker or by broom. Takes refuge in the corner just above the Christmas star. My heart is breaking with baking. "I know my love by his way of talking..." flour in her hair making her so ghostly as if the original protagonist came back from the grave and sang her heart out ". ..and I know my love by his eyes so blue..." until the creambuttersugar is all fluffy. He voice adding a zing of lemon peel. At this stage the eegs are beaten ". . .and if my love leaves me what will I do?" Slowly slowly whipped to form peaks. Now the cake is tipsy. So - is sis. I am drunk on her singing. My mind is in mourning for all the love loved and lost. She daubs my nose and laughs. I lick it off. The tip of my tongue a windscreen wiper! And so the brandy fruit mixture is folded in. I can still taste her singing. Her cake the only cake I could ever ate and oh her almond icing! These songs forever Moira. And still she sings down all the years and I love her versions the best! "...and a troubled mind sure can know no rest and still she cries bonny boys are few and if my love leaves me what will I do!"
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
THE ESSENTIAL INGREDIENT
THE ESSENTIAL INGREDIENT "Oh love is teasing and love is pleasing. . ." my sister sings to the cake she is about to bake. "And love is a pleasure when first it's new. . ." The rich Christmas mix listens with all of its ingredients. "Ahhhh but as love gets older sure love gets colder. . ." the brandy & fruit weep into the bowl "...and fades away like the morning dew." There is a lot of brandy in the mix. There is a lot of brandy in sis. Sad Irish folk songs appear to be the essential ingredient. A pink and green balloon clings to the ceiling refusing to come down by poker or by broom. Takes refuge in the corner just above the Christmas star. My heart is breaking with baking. "I know my love by his way of talking..." flour in her hair making her so ghostly as if the original protagonist came back from the grave and sang her heart out ". ..and I know my love by his eyes so blue..." until the creambuttersugar is all fluffy. He voice adding a zing of lemon peel. At this stage the eegs are beaten ". . .and if my love leaves me what will I do?" Slowly slowly whipped to form peaks. Now the cake is tipsy. So - is sis. I am drunk on her singing. My mind is in mourning for all the love loved and lost. She daubs my nose and laughs. I lick it off. The tip of my tongue a windscreen wiper! And so the brandy fruit mixture is folded in. I can still taste her singing. Her cake the only cake I could ever ate and oh her almond icing! These songs forever Moira. And still she sings down all the years and I love her versions the best! "...and a troubled mind sure can know no rest and still she cries bonny boys are few and if my love leaves me what will I do!"
donall-dempsey
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
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