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Hello, chefs of Covid Cafe. This summer heat has spurred us to toss raw chopped veggies (radish, celery, cucumber, cabbage--whatever's on hand) with a variety of dressings, most recently this Creamy Avocado Cilantro Lime Dressing I made yesterday. Worth a taste.
Haley in Grand Rapids returns today with a classic summer meal and a mouth-watering opening picture.
She writes: Brooke is up for the holiday and we have been having a great time
playing board games, watching Hamilton, and staying cool with ice cream treats
and a kiddie pool to dip our feet.
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Today we had a simple slow cooker favorite. This is pulled pork
sandwich with some heat and some sweet.
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You could make your own jerk seasoning blend, but lately we've
enjoyed the ease and flavor of a jarred version pictured below.
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Basil,
never enough basil in the garden
never enough basil in the garden
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Poetry
Darling Coffee
The
periodic pleasure
of small happenings
is upon us—
behind the stalls
at the farmer’s market
snow glinting in heaps,
a cardinal its chest
puffed out, bloodshod
above the piles of awnings,
passion’s proclivities;
you picking up a sweet potato
turning to me ‘This too?’—
query of tenderness
under the blown red wing.
Remember the brazen world?
Let’s find a room
with a window onto elms
strung with sunlight,
a cafe with polished cups,
darling coffee they call it,
may our bed be stoked
with fresh cut rosemary
and glinting thyme,
all herbs in due season
tucked under wild sheets:
fit for the conjugation of joy.
of small happenings
is upon us—
behind the stalls
at the farmer’s market
snow glinting in heaps,
a cardinal its chest
puffed out, bloodshod
above the piles of awnings,
passion’s proclivities;
you picking up a sweet potato
turning to me ‘This too?’—
query of tenderness
under the blown red wing.
Remember the brazen world?
Let’s find a room
with a window onto elms
strung with sunlight,
a cafe with polished cups,
darling coffee they call it,
may our bed be stoked
with fresh cut rosemary
and glinting thyme,
all herbs in due season
tucked under wild sheets:
fit for the conjugation of joy.
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