My dears....are you there?...It's okay...
I am going to post for you all today a
new poem I wrote last night...the subject
material is a little odd I confess...don't know
what actually brought the thought to my still
semi-healthy brain cells...So here goes....
How I love my fry pan......
I use it to make my quesidillas...my grilled
cheese...just anything I please...fried potatoes...
and fried chicken too...then some gravy for me
and you...fried eggs and scrambled eggs...wanton's
filled with meat...these are always a treat...sauteed
onions and peppers...with the fajitas they go...don't
forget my sloppy joe...spaghetti sauce...cheese sauce...
brown rice too...no more white rice for me and you....
chinese stir fry is my pick...passing on the chop stick...
do any of you simmer hot dogs in water in your fry
pan...you can...wish I had one right now!...and for
my sweet tooth...in my fry pan I melt some sugar...
for my flan...outta sight...it's so right....and now and
then...in my fry pan I melt some butter...then add some
brown sugar...some chopped nuts if I have...and top it
all off with biscuits from a can...
And now I'm finished with my fry pan story...hope it
wasn't to gory...( as long as it rhymes!)....and now I
leave you with hot dogs dancing in my head...I head
for the fridge.................
Until next time...see you in the funny papers....Louisa
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