Everyone should know. When there is no other choice, that there is one last glorious, sumptuous meal to be had.

First, let’s examine the meat. Old, pretty marbled, mostly marbled actually. Not good for the grill, and not good as a roast.

But on a slow cooker? Oh man...

First smoke the shank , get it steeped in Hickory, let those fats drip.

Then, take it out, braise it for a while and let it simmer endlessly in a rich stock of wine, musterd and honey. A star of anisseed could add much, perhaps sumac, cinnamon, as well. The fats will slowly dissolve over the next few hours and the meat will soften considerably in the alcohol. Now, add roots: celery, parsley, carrot. You’d do well to prepare the entree in the mean time. Baby potatoes roasted in rosmary. An avocado and anchovy salad, with bourgul mixed in gently.

Another exciting salad, could be a cold salad of deep fried cauliflower, smothered with tihini, and parsley. Sprinkle some spicy red peppers on top.

Sautee some string mushrooms, wrap them around small blots of cold mashed potatoes.

Check the meat, add some stock if it gets too dry.

Make a bread bowl. Plenty of sesseme. Chop in some sage with the dough.

Open the pot again. My shank should be bubbling in the stew. It’s a good time to add some sweetnesss. Prunes, and dried apricots. You can also add fruit leather shreds.

Boil some peas, and then fry them up with bacon.

Roast a head of garlic with some olive oil. Serve with a platter of rosted sweet peppers, mushrooms, eggplant and sun dried tomatoes. Good antepesto.

Food’s almost ready. Get some bread sticks, or just toast some more bread. Serve the dishes first, then serve the shank, bubbling in the bread bowl, surrounded by everything else.

For dessert, serve chopped slices of strawberry in pistachio/rum raisin ice cream. But I doubt people will need that.

Offer cognac, or a good whiskey for later.

Oooohhhh that’s good.

I get up on the hour

Hair, teeth and shower.

My job for me chosen.

Apartment one of a dozen.

All out of my control,

yet painfully predictable.

No choices left for me to make,

Except not fried, boiled or baked.

My food is my power.

I pick sweet or sour.

My food is my selection.

So when I deny that confection.

Know that my diet is my true last stand.

From a world that holds me in the palm of its hand.

She has those cotton candy eyes and juicy starburst lips....

She had smarties on her mind, it mades her hard to resist...

She so sweet, and that's for sure....

I fell like, a kid in a candy store..

And when we touched, I got a sugar rush...

She's so delicious,  i can't get enough...

Is this just a sugar high, or are we in love...

I don't know, but it's her yummy gummy kisses, I'm think of.

Yummy, gummy  kisses are so delicious,

I know I don't want to miss this, no way to resist...

Those yummy yummy gummy  kisses..

By Gary Agurries

Food

So many tastes and different variations to try

Appetizers, entrees, desserts, drinks

All created especially for you

Fried, powdered, baked, grilled

Countless different ways

Spicy, sour, sweet, bitter

Numerous types of flavor

Delicious dishes, decadent desserts

Feast until your stomach is bursting with delight

Without a doubt,

Food is the spice of life

My dude

I love food

From fries to meat

To eat I need to take a seat

It is so flavory

So savory

I am always hungry

It’s kinda funny

My metabolism is so fast

That’s why I never come in last