“Give Them All A Good Soak” Tanka 353

Soak the garden well,

forget not the containers

and, yes, the hangers!

 

But most of all, good soak,

recall where you put the beers!

“The Pestering Kind”

a book but no beer

radio cause im lazy

pestering haiku

“Easy Prep”

scrub ginger and slice,

strip lemon grass and smash stalks,

stuff both in chicken*

 

*(a couple of garlic cloves inside, too, though rest of head in the water along with another section of cleaned just-harvested ginger, a few fresh Puerto Rican thyme stalks, parsley stems and let them swim with the carrots, celery and onions – chicken dunked in boiling water and returns to the boil, skim scum, and toss in the veg and herbs and let steep for an hour…check temp with instant-read until 165 for breasts and 180 for thighs – remove bird, skin and save in one bowl. Strip (pull) flesh from bones and cartilage (which you save with the skin-bowl and return all to the bot but the cooked chicken to reduce (saved chicken fat is fine here, too, its rendering will give the reduced – and if you had some chicken legs which to toss into the pot at the start along with necks, hearts and gizzards you will get a jellied broth that can stand on its own on a soup plate with shaved radishes, thin-sliced onions and celery and carrot and still unpeeled now-sweet garlic rescued from the first cooking for a fancy somewhat consommé salad.  The rescued from overcooking chicken loves fresh-baked bread (now cooled) with generous butter, fresh-ground black pepper and kosher or sea salt and some butter or romaine lettuce – all on both sides.  The lemongrass and ginger stuffing tricks did keep the time-to-temp a bit high so I kept checking whilst opining the beer seemed in need of several quality control checks as well. When my wild garlic gets better established, the leaves will garnish the salad: commercial garlic leaves – much wider and softer – will float atop the soup. A sliced hard-cooked egg adds color and taste to the salad.)

“The Economics Of Self-Indulgent Poverty” Tanka 278

The flotsam shuffles

to the corner Gas-N-Cigs;

smoke and beer return:

 

both cheaper three-hundred feet,

but these are one-a-timers!

“I Blame The Garden For That”

sweat stains notebook! So?

Beer does too, and good sex three!

So learn new book-holds!

“My Sweat Lies? Burrrp!”

Keep your honest sweat,

I like to lie to my glands:

But water beats beer!

“Water You, Beer Me”

Honestly, you’d think

them ‘maters were lushes ‘stead

o’ bushes these days!

“It’s All A-Slither

A slither of worms

goes mute and just beer gurgles:

proves the world is sound!

“Would I Were Where Warm Beer Blooms – The Ballad of George’s Number One!”

Nearby, a bar serves

buck-fifty warm draughts

and well-cleaved girls smile.

“Memorial Day 1970”

Bunker under fire:

we talked of food first – then beer:

taut eyes and drawn smiles.