A Freshened Palate, Perspective, and Purpose
Ingredients:
1 potato, 1 egg, half an onion, 1 clove of garlic
salt and pepper to taste
Light frying oil, 2 slices of bacon,
A fistful of poor self image
I mean, spinach
Balsamic vinegar, applesauce,
*A dash of self-hate, and left over unwanted thoughts
Note: for a healthier alternative, forget the self-hate
Also note: Can’t remove unwanted thoughts*
Step-by-step instructions:
1. Trim potato of any bad areas
*No matter how badly you’d want to trim
Yourself*
Wash and scrub away any dirt or sand
2. Grate potato,
Not knuckles
Squeeze gratings with an old
T-shirt or throwaway towel
You could use the shirt you’re wearing
But you’d end up wearing your stains
*Which, honestly,
You do anyway*
3. Grate onion, cry
4. Finely chop garlic
Don’t think about the bad breath
5. Put potato, onion, garlic, and 1 egg (without shell)
Into the bowl and
Mix
*But not like mixing drinks with anxiety med
And bad coping mechanisms.*
6. Heat oil until shimmery
Fry potato mixture to make 2 or 3
Golden brown, delicious latkes
7. Fry bacon while latkes are in pan
Fry two slices so the bacon doesn’t
Have to be
*Alone or
Isolated*
Set aside on paper towel to soak up the grease
8. Boil water to poach eggs.
Once boiling,
Swirl water into a whirlpool
*Exactly like the thoughts scalding
The insides of my skull
For example:
Do you know what it’s like to
Hate yourself? To not stop the
Unbelief that you are any
Good at all?
Understanding that you’re
Unemployed
Unskilled
Unwanted*
Gently crack two eggs into whirlpool
*Understanding that you can’t simply
“Get over this”
Like standing under burdens
And whiskey bourbon hits
Expectations - faraway dreams
Only furthering it
Like you’ll never be able to accomplish them
You’ll surmount them but run
Out of oxygen because
You’re not
Supposed to be there
In the first place*
(don’t worry, the whirlpool will prevent eggs from
breaking)
(Don’t you see what
Everybody else is doing
And you act like you
Know what you yourself
Is doing
Don’t you see all your
Truly selfish doings
Who do you think you are?
-laughing- you’re bad
Where do you think*
TURN OFF THE HEAT AND COVER
Set timer for exactly 5 minutes.
Do not
Lift the cover until time is
Up.
After 5 minutes, scoop eggs out with slotted spoon and set on paper towel to dry.
Let eggs
Rest.
Be careful,
The yolks
Are very fragile at this point.
Assemble the dish
Spread applesauce on potato latkes. Be careful
Not to spread so thin.
Don’t be stingy,
take what You need.
Put bacon on top, stack poached eggs on top of the bacon.
Garnish plate with spinach, sprinkle with balsamic vinegar.
Each thing has its place, even if it seems too complex or complicated.
Flavor Profile;
Latkes are light and
Fluffy and crispy.
Onions, garlic give a basic, yet
Flavorful foundation.
The egg yolks spill a very rich, deep syrupiness that is brought out by the salty, fatty bacon.
The applesauce is special because the sweetness and **** contrasts with the smooth richness of egg, potato and bacon.
And just like life, balances the heavy with the light
*Work with play
Teaching with learning
Spending money with saving money
Learning things and saying things
Being there with being here*
*And sometimes, amidst all of that
You need something to add
a little fresh,*
A little color
A little bit of
Different.
That’s where the Spinach comes in
Some
Justified bitterness to
*Freshen your
Palate, perspective, and purpose.*
With each bite and each taste
You’re reminded that each blend of flavors
Each collision of textures
Are compositions of each ingredients and
each step:
The onions, the salt, the applesauce
Slicing, chopping, grating
Frying, failing, hating
Boiling, swirling, burning
Accidents, bad luck
Tripping over, getting up
Panicking, breathing, saying “enough”
And having an end product
Like this
Is
Purpose
It is how it’s supposed to be
You are who you’re supposed to be
When you’re finished, wipe your hands
Wash your plate
Realize you have dishes to do
And more courses
More tastes
To produce
*So that you will never go hungry
With this Circadian Appetite*
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
A Freshened Palate, Perspective, and Purpose
Ingredients:
1 potato, 1 egg, half an onion, 1 clove of garlic
salt and pepper to taste
Light frying oil, 2 slices of bacon,
A fistful of poor self image
I mean, spinach
Balsamic vinegar, applesauce,
*A dash of self-hate, and left over unwanted thoughts
Note: for a healthier alternative, forget the self-hate
Also note: Can’t remove unwanted thoughts*
Step-by-step instructions:
1. Trim potato of any bad areas
*No matter how badly you’d want to trim
Yourself*
Wash and scrub away any dirt or sand
2. Grate potato,
Not knuckles
Squeeze gratings with an old
T-shirt or throwaway towel
You could use the shirt you’re wearing
But you’d end up wearing your stains
*Which, honestly,
You do anyway*
3. Grate onion, cry
4. Finely chop garlic
Don’t think about the bad breath
5. Put potato, onion, garlic, and 1 egg (without shell)
Into the bowl and
Mix
*But not like mixing drinks with anxiety med
And bad coping mechanisms.*
6. Heat oil until shimmery
Fry potato mixture to make 2 or 3
Golden brown, delicious latkes
7. Fry bacon while latkes are in pan
Fry two slices so the bacon doesn’t
Have to be
*Alone or
Isolated*
Set aside on paper towel to soak up the grease
8. Boil water to poach eggs.
Once boiling,
Swirl water into a whirlpool
*Exactly like the thoughts scalding
The insides of my skull
For example:
Do you know what it’s like to
Hate yourself? To not stop the
Unbelief that you are any
Good at all?
Understanding that you’re
Unemployed
Unskilled
Unwanted*
Gently crack two eggs into whirlpool
*Understanding that you can’t simply
“Get over this”
Like standing under burdens
And whiskey bourbon hits
Expectations - faraway dreams
Only furthering it
Like you’ll never be able to accomplish them
You’ll surmount them but run
Out of oxygen because
You’re not
Supposed to be there
In the first place*
(don’t worry, the whirlpool will prevent eggs from
breaking)
(Don’t you see what
Everybody else is doing
And you act like you
Know what you yourself
Is doing
Don’t you see all your
Truly selfish doings
Who do you think you are?
-laughing- you’re bad
Where do you think*
TURN OFF THE HEAT AND COVER
Set timer for exactly 5 minutes.
Do not
Lift the cover until time is
Up.
After 5 minutes, scoop eggs out with slotted spoon and set on paper towel to dry.
Let eggs
Rest.
Be careful,
The yolks
Are very fragile at this point.
Assemble the dish
Spread applesauce on potato latkes. Be careful
Not to spread so thin.
Don’t be stingy,
take what You need.
Put bacon on top, stack poached eggs on top of the bacon.
Garnish plate with spinach, sprinkle with balsamic vinegar.
Each thing has its place, even if it seems too complex or complicated.
Flavor Profile;
Latkes are light and
Fluffy and crispy.
Onions, garlic give a basic, yet
Flavorful foundation.
The egg yolks spill a very rich, deep syrupiness that is brought out by the salty, fatty bacon.
The applesauce is special because the sweetness and **** contrasts with the smooth richness of egg, potato and bacon.
And just like life, balances the heavy with the light
*Work with play
Teaching with learning
Spending money with saving money
Learning things and saying things
Being there with being here*
*And sometimes, amidst all of that
You need something to add
a little fresh,*
A little color
A little bit of
Different.
That’s where the Spinach comes in
Some
Justified bitterness to
*Freshen your
Palate, perspective, and purpose.*
With each bite and each taste
You’re reminded that each blend of flavors
Each collision of textures
Are compositions of each ingredients and
each step:
The onions, the salt, the applesauce
Slicing, chopping, grating
Frying, failing, hating
Boiling, swirling, burning
Accidents, bad luck
Tripping over, getting up
Panicking, breathing, saying “enough”
And having an end product
Like this
Is
Purpose
It is how it’s supposed to be
You are who you’re supposed to be
When you’re finished, wipe your hands
Wash your plate
Realize you have dishes to do
And more courses
More tastes
To produce
*So that you will never go hungry
With this Circadian Appetite*