Arsiero, Asiago,
    Half a hundred more,
Little border villages,
    Back before the war,
Monte Grappa, Monte Corno,
    Twice a dozen such,
In the piping times of peace
    Didn't come to much.

I swear I'm not a Munster.
Don't leave me provolone.
When you asiago away I really Swiss you.
It makes me bleu to watch you leave.
People keep telling me it'll get cheddar.
I'm feta up with going to havarties.
Queso, maybe tomorrow will be Gouda.

roundabout poem (another poem, another day)

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the notion punches into my mouth when
chilling , deleting and wasting time *pro=ductively
(professionally ducking responsibilities)
with no home to go to, but to write with purposeful
meandering, in a roundabout manner,
on a Saturday, luxury~leisurely in bed with runs
for asiago bagels and blue mountain coffee,
and wondering why you would read this, and
losing my debate internal & and infernal if
this is worth my time, nonetheless the urging
is only purging by clicking clacking on a keyboard,
inviting you to join me  under my cozy
floral coverlet, and to enjoy my pastoral view,
of water, women and why not, a trilogy of

factorials (or is it factorals? permutations or combinations) *another poem, another day)

panoramic bleeding view unceasingly changing,
reflecting god’s mood swings or an atheist’s humbuggery)

and women lies beside me, guilty pleasure, mine or hers😉, becoming part, a parcel upon the land/waterscape/escape, with sun rays invisible yet blindingly make me glinting and squinting,
and wet grass, dripping trees,  and going round and round, so
stray thots evolving/revolving and thus
this roundabout poem deserves a decent burial,
so I thank it, thank you, thank her, and the sky
and the glisten of a wet drenched everything,
a Saturday~Sabbath on which a poem was delivered
from me within, in a cesarean eruption,
my child blessed, sent to you with gratitude,
a much underrated emotion, but which occupies
me frequently when your days go dimmer,
and the

mind is sharply focused/used on about
what is value,
valuable, and what shall be valued on this damp
rainfall rainfull wordfull wonderful momentary
escapery into being together with…you, silly!

writ  pre-noon,
Saturday~Sabbath,
(on S.I., by the Sound’s calming waters
where the poems fall from trees on a glider
of wet leaves, or fly by on a modest mph breeze,
looking for human sense to grab aholt of for
canning and preservation…come see for yourself….*)

If I don't ****** a doe it's eggplant parmesan for dinner.
Wait no no.... gotta use those nice zucchini and yellow summer squash too, add a lil provolone, with a homemade marinara, some asiago and a basil leaf to boot.  Fresh garden Napoleons....but it would be so much better with a rosemary skewered venison filet....here deer. .here deer.

this year for halloween
im going as a slice of cheese
so i can scare people
with puns

now how do i begin?
o-que, so

i walk down the halloumi and see
my friends colby and jack

colby's dressed as a camembear
scary enough to make you go emmental

jack's dressed as the Cheshire cat
who listens to baroquefort

we all sit down paneer the window

"so teleme," i ask, "what's gouda?"

"i'll tell you what's gouda," jack replies eagerly,
"see that girl over there, fonTina?"

how could i swiss her, i thought, with her looks and her cheddar, she could make it gruyere down there out of even the LEAST manchego of men

"go talk to her, jack, it'll be a brieze"

"no whey man!"

"yes whey"

"man i'm too anxious, i'd rather talk on the mascarphone"

"what do you mean, you're the goat!"

"we can'tal be buff-alo like you, why don't you talk to her?"

"already dating monterey"

"i didn't know you swung both wheys"

"sometimes i feel like my sexuality was madE backwards"

"alright that's enough!" jack stammered. "i'm fetup with these puns! it was fun at first but it's gotten annoying. some of this **** doesn't even make any sense! just go man, nobody wants you here."

colby and i exchanged a solemn glance
i turned to jack
"..................ricotta be kidding me!"

"LEAVE!" jack screamed, and i turned and walked away


now it's time i asiago home
feeling blue, heading back to my cottage
sad and provolone

I am last Sunday
On the way to the store
And I am calling my mom as I walk
And I'm pushing my cart
From daylight to dark

I am my mother's answer
After four long rings
Can I call you back
in a minute?

I am crossing the street
And I'm between the traffic
And going under the train
And I am the rumbling train

I am my wife's grocery list
I am the apples
And granola bars
Paper towels
And milk
And toilet paper
And I'm the food that I'll buy
To make her this meal
That I've got in my head

I am my mom calling back
And the news of my nephew
Who made the basketball team
And I'm the pride of my nephew
And I'm the strength of the team
And I am getting the milk
And I'm forgetting the toilet paper
But I'm picking up some Asiago cheese
For the pasta I'll make
On Tuesday night

Can I call you back, Mom?
I am getting in line
And don't want to be rude
To the girl at the register
I am the girl at register
But I'm bagging my own groceries
In reusable bags
Because I'm saving the planet

And I'm back home in the kitchen
And I'm sautéing onions
And I'm garlic and salt
And turmeric and water
And rice and chicken stock

And I am waiting to boil
And I am the lid that covers the rice

2 fist-sized potatoes or equivalent
1 1/2 tbsp. butter, softened
About 1 cup Flour
1 tsp. garlic powder
1 tbsp. ground mustard
2 eggs
1/3 cup Gruyere cheese (sub Cheddar, Asiago, Jack cheeses)
1 1/2 tbsp. Dried chopped onion

1/4 cup canned black beans
1/4 cup chopped broccoli
4 asparagus stalks

1. Bring 2 quarts of water to a boil

2. Peel and dice potatoes into about 1 in. cubes

3. Add potato cubes to boiling water. Boil for about ten minutes, or until soft

3. Chop broccoli and asparagus (you can also use peppers, or your choice of fried or sautéed veggies) into thumbnail-sized pieces. Add to a lightly greased pan with salt and pepper. I added Italian seasoning to my asparagus. Just make sure to use seasoning that goes well with potato.

If you are using fried onions instead of dried chopped onions, fry them up during this step!

Lightly fry the veggies on medium high for no more than five minutes.

4. Take out the softened potato and add to a bowl with the softened butter. Mash them potatoes up

5. Add in the ground mustard, garlic powder, and dried chopped onion, as well as salt and pepper to taste. Mix well

6. Cut up the cheese into half-inch cubes or bits

7. Add the fried veggies, drained black beans, and cheese cubes to the dough and mix them in well. Try not to add too much moisture to the mix!

8. Add flour little by little and mix thoroughly until the dough is relatively dry. Too little and the cakes won't stick together. Too much and they will be too dry.

9. Beat eggs in a small bowl

10. Make palm-sized patties from the dough. Coat each patty in a little flour, and lightly cover the surface in egg before frying.

11. Fry patties in a lightly greased pan on medium heat until golden brown, flipping halfway through.