Friday, January 31, 2014

 

Haiku Friday: Dessert!

It is cold and snowy here-- we got six inches of new snow yesterday, and it is -16 this morning.  Yikes!

Cold weather is dessert weather.  Many people don't realize this, but food doesn't just taste good, it serves as a "fuel" for your body, which burns it up and converts into heat.  Or something like that.  Anyways, studies (my studies) have shown that people who get enough dessert stay much warmer in weather like this.

So... let's haiku about desserts!

Here is mine:

One-Two-Three Jello
Petrochemical banquet
I still love you best.

Now it is your turn!  Use the 5//7/5 syllable formula, and have some fun with this!

Comments:
Oh! Tiramisu.
Italian gem. Even the
name is delicious.

 
Rhubarb gift crimson tipped
Celery from neighbors,made
Souffle custard pie.

No one created
Heaven golden crusted like
This mother. Love art.
 
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After "petrochemical banquet", there is nowhere to go but down:

In my best e.e. cummings:

chocolate ice cream,
walnuts, whipped cream, caramel,
velvet sugar dreams


 

BREAD PUDDING

Scraps of bread nothings,
Beaten eggs convocation with
Brown sugar,cinnamon

To elevate our
Mother to Heroine
Status. We ate it with cream
Burnt our tongues with bliss.
 
Elf cakes. They oozed like
Vesuvius, their chocolate
Lava. I Devour.
 
Cookies. More cookies.
Warm, melty chocolate chips.
Mmmm...Me love cookies!

Perfect for breakfast.
Dessert starts morning off right.
Cake? Cookies? All good.

Remember those days?
Me with coffee and cookies?
Bad model for kids!
 
I luv haiku Fridays
 
Me too!
 
Crumbs of Biscotti
Clung to his fingertip,til
Almond went to my lips.

It rained blossoms all
Morning and in our bath while
We tasted sweetness.

 
It was a large wood
Bowl...pyramid of strawberries,
Bursting ripe ,sitting

On a lace tablecloth
Pioneer Square.In front sat
It's sister small bowls.

One held sour cream,the
Other brown sugar,all fingers,
We dipped,fed each other.
 
I am the sovereign
Of my form,Gelato,You
Shall not claim my will.

I can recline here
You clutched to my bosom on
Soft settee,silver

Spoon poised above tub.
Goal: to be sylph,wood nymph,live
On air. Fool! Surrender.

 
When we rekindled
Took my Sal to Chez Applebee
Turtle Sundae Love.
 
Listen Osler--Geoff might not such 100% of the time. Might.

Geoff invited me
Back to his place for coffee
Strawberry short cake.

Returned bearing can
Of Reddi-Wip ,no cake. Naked.
Chased.Caught.I'm dessert!
 
Burnt sugar corners
Center the silk of flan,lips--
Like hummingbirds,our

teeth meet gainst glass pane,
We break into each other
My Sweet,Creme Brulee

 
It is righteous,this
tart apple kindness you put
Before me like proof

There is a God and
He likes simple or is it?
Apple cinnamon

Flowing into a
Duvet with flakes like feathers
Cushioning fall love.
 
Have a piece of my deflated football cake,querido mio. Your eyes say yes yes,but your mouth says no no.
 
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