"ricotta" poems
Ingredients for 6-8 people
• 4 egg whites
• 2 egg yolks
• 100 g (1/2 cup) of sugar or 5 tablespoons of fruit sugar (alter to your own preference)
• 500 g (2 1/2 cups) of mascarpone cheese
• 4 small coffee cups of espresso coffee
• marsala wine (or brandy or cognac)
• 400 g of savoiardi or lady fingers (sponge cake fingers)
• dark chocolate powder
Preparation
1. Make espresso coffee, sweeten, and add the marsala wine (or cognac) to it. Let it cool a bit.
2. Separate the egg yolks and the whites of two eggs in two bowls.
3. Beat sugar into the egg yolks.
4. Beat the mascarpone into the sweetened yolks.
5. Add two more egg whites to the other two and whisk until they form stiff peaks.
6. Fold gently egg whites into mascarpone mixture.
7. Quickly dip both sides of the ladyfingers in the espresso mixture.
8. Layer soaked ladyfingers and mascarpone in a large bowl or pan (start with fingers, finish with mascarpone).
9. Sprinkle dark chocolate powder on top.
10. Refrigerate for one hour.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
1pck. pre- cooked lasagna noodles
2 jars spaghetti sauce w/ onion&garlic;
17 oz. Ricotta cheese
1 t. sweet basil
1 t. oregano
1 egg
1 lb.ground, browned Italian sausage
3 cups mozzarella
1 cup grated parmesian
Preheat oven(with some innocent play)
Mix:
Ricotta(to add some excitement)
Basil and oregano(to spice it up)
Mix in beaten egg(to add stability)
Use ungreased 8x10 pan(to hold the comfort of it all)
Layer:
1 cup sauce(to swap a sweetened kiss)
Even out1/4 sausage(to add some spontaneity)
Place pasta in row(to layer with anticipation)
Spread ricotta(mixed with the above)
Sprinkle 1/4 mozzarella( to stretch the imagination)
Repeat steps 1-5(until pan is full of emotion)
Parmesian on top( to please)
Bake 1 hour at 350•( to heat up the love)
Cool 45 minutes( to lay in each others arms)
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 8:41 PM UTC
There once was a woman who lived in a barn. Her walls were painted picture blue. When she crawled upon the floor, she thought my goodness I've never done this before. She ran out to the farm to see what was the matter and yelled what am I going to do with all this cattle. No one to help her. She felt all alone. she thought to herself, I better adjust my tone and she began to whistle and hum a note or two. Them off in the distant land, she saw the shadow of tan. The shadow yelled have no fear I am your Italian man! She ran back in the barn and tied the hinges tight and scurried around in fright. She spoke to the picture on the wall. She said Grandma, I did ask for this at all. She began to cook and make the worst lasanga bake. Even the ricotta cheese was fake. She said surely this will send him away. When her pan of fraud was piping hot, she invited him to smell the *** He grinned a big grim that even his mustache looked as though it would win. mmm mmm mmm he exclaimed as he touched the tin. She rolled her eyes and thought this man hadn't known what I bought. She politely said sit down and enjoy, for a good meal is needed for a big boy. She stepped in the kitchen and snickered as he took a bite and thought if this doesn't **** him I might. She heard a scream and ran back to the table. The man was gasping as he read the ricotta label. She said what is it? what is it? Is there something wrong with my gable? He laughed so hard he could hardly breathe. He said this is the ricotta my mother ate when I was conceived!
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
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Crispy gold cannoli shells
hand-made pastry tubes
milky, smooth ricotta cream
Filling made of dreams
Now grate chocolate
dust sugar
Crunch!
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
Clouds of white March mornings
Surf inside this smokechamber I call a brain.
I was twelve and you were thirteen
Both separate rigid crystals growing
In the back of Mom’s awful red minivan.
We stained our fingers with Oxnard cherries
And got high on orange and eucalyptus.
Sand behaved like molasses.
My Walkman was full of ants
Who hated Third Eye Blind with a vengeance.
I had a pimple on my chin
Which I tried to hide with makeup
And I really hoped you’d notice
My cotton candy body splash
I got it because you like
Juicy Fruit gum and
That smells like cotton candy to me.
I chunked down short white shanks
On the red crabbed beach towel
Hoping you wouldn’t notice the ricotta billows
Developing on the upper thighs
Between slushy rivers of purple lightning stretch marks.
I couldn’t deal after ten minutes so I got in the water.
I laid myself across submerged tidal-pool boulders
Near-floating on the frigid little water-pyre
Congealing my skin like vanilla pudding
Bogging me down like a sea sloth.
It took me a halflife to figure out
That while I miss those mornings,
I do not miss you.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Hey baby, give me your sweet lovin’, hey
A bucket of sugar in my latte
Hey sugar, give me your sweet candy kiss
Your mustachioed lip **** Fizz
Your sweetness hits me high
A baked cheesecake ricotta pie
The more you give, the more I crave
But diabetes? I don’t wanna have
Hey darlin’, your lips are sweet candy
The first hit and I am Ghandi
You always leave me wanting more
But all this lovin’ drops me to the floor
Hey baby, shoot me your jellybeans
Pants bursting their seams
A sip of coke, a swig of soda
Caramel fudge and a Sambuca chaser
Hey sugar, I kinda need a hit
But so much sweetness, my jeans don’t fit
Lets eat our sherbet pops aloud
Dipping dots with amplified sound
Smokin’ high on chocolate cigars
Spill crumbs on coffee stained guitars
My appetite for the sweet stuff grows
Will diabetes take me? Who knows.
Feb 15, 2023
Feb 15, 2023 at 4:51 AM UTC
Heavenly Sweet
Fig frosted treat
With fancy minced meat
Steamy latte cup
S biscuit
A sloppy sup
M aple apple cinnamon
E atable fruitcake panettone
M ound of coconut bars
O range pumpkin muffin jars
R aspberry peanut butter jams
I ced sugared yams
E ye candy almond brittle
S now butterball mouth spittle
Cherry jubilee on velvet cheesecake
A proud baker proclaims, “I make”
Bread pudding’s caramel sauce
Cannoli center chocolate ricotta gloss
Anise waffle layer powder dust
On warm iron it crusts
Vanilla cookie shape
Crystal sprinkles after it bakes
Celebration feasts
Of sinful delightful sweets!
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
are white chocolate kisses
melting on crimson lips
rolling off and doing
a flip into her wine
Her teardrops
are smoky
like sitting at a bar
surrounded by cigars
doing pirouettes and
jumping cigarettes
Her teardrops
are frozen
jagged icicles
hanging off the eaves
like long sleeves
on my baby brother
Her teardrops
are milky
like ricotta cheese
in clumps
a mountain high
piled on a pizza pie
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 8:15 AM UTC
Stuffed Zucchini Blossoms
for my guest to eat
I work hard to make things right
for my family
I put my time to what I cook
I have gone to my garden and pick a basket
of zucchini blossoms
12-15 Zucchini Blossoms
½ cup Ricotta Cheese
1 oz grated Romano Cheese
1 oz Shredded Mozzarella Cheese
1 egg- lightly beaten
Sea Salt and Black Pepper to taste
Pinch of Granulated Garlic
Cooking oil as needed
Egg Batter
2 whole eggs
¼ cup milk
¼ cup flour
¼ cup grated Romano
1 Tablespoon chopped Basil or Italian Parsley
This is my recipe for the love of Zucchini Blossom stuffing
when I was all done I put all the food on the table
for all to eat the zucchini blossom of love
For my family I love.
- Judy Emery © 2003
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:24 AM UTC
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
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC