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First Visualise Your Roast


If you ever do get stuck in a menu rut, try picking a weekly theme. We initially thought we would do this for a year, but it lasted about two weeks- Mexican and Renaissance. Tequila slammers is not a balanced meal, in spite of the healthy lemon wedges. 






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Boy steps carefully, eyes to ground
Mist disperses into temperate air
Follows his footprints up the lane
Lingering, hovering

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Ground mist leaves grudgingly
Forms nostalgic clouds, inclined to
Reunite with the solid earth
Incomplete, suspended

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Mr inspects his list of doing things
Weighs up weather, deliberates winter
And the firewood situation, he knows how
Many logs in the shed, calculates nights of fires

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My list is immediate. Without parsnips
The roast is not what we have envisioned
Details make a life, meal by meal
Layers of flavour assemble

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I will walk into town, in my town clothes
Not too muddy. Also raincoat and rubber
Boots; I have noted the pensive air
Pocket my shopping list for ease of access

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This weathered red leather shoulder-bag
Holds means of payment, phone, emergency
Lipstick, key bunch, one romantic rail ticket
Momento; my pared down life

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Ahead of schedule. Shops are not yet open
For business. Puzzling pause between jobs
Stalk the house for an interim task, if I stop
Tiredness will catch me up, I keep dodging

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I’m not sure what to do so I think
About layers of authentic experience and
Caramelised parsnips. If you and the people you love
Remember some of this, life is delicious

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Dog has decanted to her basket
Lies on her rope tug toy, all four limbs
Splayed upwards. Cat sleeps in the porch
Equally accepting contentment

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One week we grew bored with shopping
Countered by theming the menu list, it was
Too much to think of, eventually, but there was that
Memorable Mexican tequila slammer teatime

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