WELCOME!

I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Friday, March 26, 2010

GRANDMA'S PIZZA

Ingredients:

One pint homegrown, home-canned tomatoes
from the fruit cellar.
Two cloves garlic, freshly picked from the garden.
Two home-grown Italian peppers,
braided and drying in the attic.
Home-baked pizza crust
Two generous handfuls of freshly grated, aged parmesan cheese

Wash. Rinse. Can’t repeat.

Marie Elena

3 comments:

  1. Note from Marie:

    A fabulous poet friend, De Jackson, ends some of her poetry with "Wash. Rinse. Repeat." De, if you are out there, this one's for you.

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  2. and the things we lose over the generations seem to multiply.

    Nice one Marie Elena

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  3. You're absolutely right, Chev. And thanks for the kind comment ... and taking your time to come out here. You are so busy with your own impressive writing, it means a lot to see you here.

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