Pollo Asado
Come on, its a beautiful night for a walk on the beach, wouldnt you say?
Yes, I would say that, I would say that
Let me start of with a basket of chips
Then move on to the pollo asado taco
I would like two pollo asado tacos with one beef chimichanga
On the chimichanga, I would like a side of sour cream
I would like tomatoes and onions on my quesodilla
For dessert I would like the flares -- I would like extra cinnamon
Do you make guacamole?
Yes, I do make guacamole.
Uh, I would like a side of guacamole on my tostitos
I like to dip the tostitos in the guacamole
Can I get a basket, I told you about a basket of chips
I would like a large iced-tea, 2, uh, 2 large iced-teas
Ok, thatll be $16.07
Out of $20? ok, $16.07s your change.
Hi, can I help you?
I would like a basket of chips,
A beef chimichanga with a side of sour cream
I would like some guacamole on my chimichanga
With a quesodilla of tomato, onion, and vegetables
I should like a burrito with beans, beef, and
I would like a carne asado taco
Could you put some hot sauce on that for me?
No, inside the taco, not on the side
Yes, can I have a carne asado taco?
Not a pollo asado, we dont have chicken
Do you have guacamole?
Can you make me some guacamole?
I have guacamole
Ok, on my burrito I would like the muchaco beef and the shredded pork
And some more cheese, please
Ok, thatll be $22...
Uh, oh yes, I would like two lemonades and one medium iced-tea
Ok, thatll be $20.07
Out of $22? ok, $1.52s your change
Thanks a lot -- your food will be up -- here, let me get your drinks
Hi, can I help you? yes, I would like a basket of chips
I would like a beef chimi...
Umm, what is, what is the, what is the, what is the pollo asado?
Thats the chicken
Ok, what is the carne asado?
Thats the beef
Ok, let me get two carne asado tacos...
song performed by by Ween
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The Chicken Burrito (an Ad)
she loves guacamole!
Thus
the creation
of the
Lahaina Chicken Burrito.
Filled
with guacamole, sour cream, grilled chicken and rice. Every
bite is full of flavor.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Taco Grande
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Yo quiero chimichangas y chile colorado
Yo tengo el dinero para un steak picado
Las flautas y tamales, siempre muy bueno
Y el chile relleno
You see, I just gotta have a tostada, carne asada
Thats right, I want the whole enchilada
My only addiction has to do with a flour tortilla
I need a quesadilla
I love to stuff my face with tacos al carbn
With my friends, or when Im all alone
Yo tengo mucho hambre y ahora lo quiero
Un burrito ranchero
So give me something spicy and hot, now
Break out the menu, what you got, now?
Oh, would you tell the waiter Id like to have sour cream on the side
You better make sure the beans are refried
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Well, theres not a taco big enough for a man like me
Thats why I order two or three
Let me give you a tip, just try a nacho chip
Its really good with bean dip
I eat uno, dos, tres, quarto burritos
Pretty soon I cant fit in my speedos
Well, I hope they feed us lots of chicken fajitas
And a pitcher of margaritas
Well, the combination plates all come with beans and rice
The taquitos here are very nice
Now Im down on my knees, we need some extra tomatoes and cheese
And could you make that separate checks, please?
Taco... grande. taco... grande
Buenos noches, senor. bienvenido a el burritos casa de salsa. tenemos muchos platos muy sabrosos si puedo recomendar el ardiente pollo al infierno muy delicioso. sus ojos se quemaran, su e
Go estara en fuego, se quedaran en el bao por una semana, entiendes lo que digo gringo estupido tonto?
Well, the food is coming, I can hardly wait
Now watch your fingers, careful hot plate!
What you think youre doing with my chile con queso?
Well, if you want some, just say so
Oh boy, pico de gallo
They sure dont make it like this in ohio
No gracias, yo quiero jalepeos, nada ms
You can toss away the hot sauce
? donde estan los nachos? holy frijole!
You better get me a bowl of guacamole
Y uusted, eugene? whys your face turning green?
Dont you like pinto beans?
You want some more cinnamon crispas?
If you dont, hasta la vista
Just take the rest home in a doggie bag if you wanna
You can finish it maana
Well, its been a pleasure, I cant eat no more
Seor, la cuenta, por favor
If you aint tried real mexican cooking, well, you oughta
Just dont drink the water
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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We Got The Beef
Had ourselves a little barbeque
Corn on the cob and mashed potatoes too
Joe got the fritos, ernie got the stew
So what did you bring
We got the beef
We got the beef
We got the beef
Yeah, we got it
(we got the beef)
Now, everybody get on your feet (we got the beef)
Grab a hunk of ? ? ? beef (we got the beef)
Chuck daddy (we got the beef)
Now, ground round by the pound
We got the beef (we got the beef)
We got the beef (we got the beef, we got the beef)
We got the beef (we got the beef, we got the)
We got the beef
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Susie Asado
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
Susie Asado.
Susie Asado which is a told tray sure.
A lean on the shoe this means slips slips hers.
When the ancient light grey is clean it is yellow, it is a silver seller.
This is a please this is a please there are the saids to jelly.
These are the wets these say the sets to leave a crown to Incy.
Incy is short of incubus.
A pot. A pot is a beginning of a rare bit of trees. Trees tremble,
the old vats are in bobbles, bobbles which shade and shove and
render clean, render clean must.
Drink pups.
Drink pups drink pups lease a sash hold, see it shine and a bobolink
has pins. It shows a nail.
What is a nail. A nail is unison.
Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet tea.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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McDonald's has started demanding that its beef and chicken suppliers not use antibiotics when raising their animals. The move was shocking for McDonald's customers, as most were entirely unaware that the company used beef and chicken in its food.
quote by Matt Larson
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Those Unsuspecting Experiences
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
On the onset this may present an irritant.
For one like this to come into contact,
With a consistent ignorance.
But the acknowledgement one has...
Knowing one doesn't have to put up with it,
Is as refreshing as a tall glass of Long Island Ice Tea.
Hmmm, delicious.
There IS something advantageous,
That comes to one...
Who has those unsuspecting experiences,
Acquired early and when one had been young.
One can sit back and observe,
What is being done.
With the end results already known,
By those disbelieving what their ignorance achieves.
'May I have another glass of Long Island Ice Tea, please?
With salt free Tostado Chips.
And a large order of Guacamole.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beef is beef, you know. Beef comes, so Beef is real.
quote by Obie Trice
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Do Something New
Do something new!
Stop peeking from the keyhole.
View to pursue.
And-be-brave.
Unlock your door and get out.
Unlock your door and get out.
Take two or more avacados...
And spice a guacamole up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Avocado
[parody of desperado by the eagles]
Avocado,
What makes you think youre so holy?
Youre gonna be guacamole before too long.
Oh, youre a green one,
You know that youre out of season.
Youd better let somebody eat you,
Let somebody eat you.
Ya better let somebody eat you
Before its too late.
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Fish ‘n Chips - Food of Life
Oh how I crave for fish ‘n chips:
Our fine cuisine of world renown.
I dined on such a subtle dish
When QEII received her crown.
Oh how I need some fish ‘n chips;
I'll queue in pouring rain or snow!
What better way to warm my hands,
As soggy chips make fingers glow.
We Brits are famed for culinary finesse,
Like steak ‘n kidney pud no less;
Wondrous tripe; cottage pie;
Bangers and egg in lard to fry!
But fish ‘n chips - the crowning glory -
A dish to trounce the great kebab!
You think I care for chicken masala?
It's cod and chips that grow my flab.
Oh how I yearn for fish ‘n chips,
All poshly wrapped in the Daily Star,
Then caked and drowned in salt ‘n vinegar -
And stinking out my brand new car!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Food food food food food food food of life
Food food food food food food food of life
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Chicken Pot Pie
When we were young, bernies deli was down the block
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
He made a great liver pate
(you know he did, you know he did, you know he did)
But if theres one thing in this world that I like better
Than a corned beef on rye
Its chicken pot pie
Chicken pot pie
(chorus of chicken-cluck imitations)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Chicken
Please don't eat me, the chicken said
I will clean your floors and make your bed
I will rise each morning, make breakfast for you
And if you need, I will help you chew
The cow in the pasture, is much bigger than me
Please eat more beef and set me free!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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A Guide to Eating Meat
Eating a little beef
Could cause a Hindu grief,
Eating too much chicken
Can make a person sicken,
Eating lots of lamb
Is preferable to Spam,
Eating a leg of pork
Won't make the neighbours talk,
But eating Mum and Dad
Is DEFINITELY BAD! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Fussy About Food
I’ve always been really fussy about what I eat,
But I’ll tolerate most foods, if the cook cheats!
It really depends on how a food has been cooked,
Whether or not, it has a place in my good books.
Examples of my some of my most hated foods,
Are sliced roast beef and apples that are stewed.
I’ll eat beef that’s been minced up into a pie,
And apples diced into a crumble are also fine.
Fresh coriander leaves, I definitely will not touch,
But cooked in a curry, I don’t mind them so much.
On potatoes that have been boiled, I’m not that keen,
But eating mashed potato or chips, I can be often seen.
Egg and cress sandwiches, by me, are never approached,
But I love eggs that are hard boiled, fried or even poached.
I dislike the taste of carrots that have been picked fresh,
But with the taste of tinned carrots, I’m really impressed.
I’m not so keen on either petit pois or garden peas,
But with the taste of mushy peas, I’m very pleased.
In pies and pasties, I hate to have a filling of cheese,
But I’ll devour a slice of cheese on toast with ease.
I’ve been a fussy eater pretty much all of my life,
And, caused my mother much trouble and strife.
When I was small, I often left much of my dinner.
My mum often worried that I would get thinner.
Like many other children, my main course
Often ended up, smeared with tomato sauce.
The enjoyment of a meal, this often improved,
And frayed tempers were also often soothed.
If there was a certain food, which I did really hate,
My mum would still insist putting it upon my plate.
Even with it on my plate, I still didn’t like the taste,
So that particular food would inevitably go to waste.
As I’ve got older, I’ve acquired an improved appetite,
Much to my mother’s extreme relief, and total delight.
Now, as an adult, my dinner plate is often cleaned,
And, hardly ever is a single morsel left, to be seen.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Nicknames for Aislinn
She was born a bald little lassie
long and thin, truly, ever so pretty
6lbs-8oz if memory serves me well
she was slender and strong as gazelle.
She’d the yellow ochre of barley jaundice.
She lay on my lap; her eyes opened wondrous…
She’d match for grace all the tiny wild cowslips
I'd laugh! “I'd nicknamed her chips”
Because of her yellowing, jaundice—after
finally she came home with her mother
I changed that name to “clothes peg”
As seemed right… even if a little bowleg,
She’d lie in the little red washing-basket.
Just as if it was her Moses basket
Clothes peg stuck; it was only proper!
As we hung her out to quietly jabber…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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I Am Wonderful
Take a basket...
Fill it with who...
You think you are...
Mix it up good...
Be frank...
Now pull something...
Out of the basket...
It does not matter...
Whats in the basket...
Its your chatter...
That the basket holds...
It's you...
Not who...but...
You are a good person...
You are a bad person...
Mainly a good person...
That is who you are...
By far...you...
Are a wonderful star...
A real human-being...
Who can smile...
Who cares...
Damn what others think...
You are you...
In the pink...
whisperkwane
[email protected]
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Crisp Haiku
crisp haiku
like potato chips for sale:
saintly salt and vinegar
a multi-pack rady salted romance
or this symphony of sour cream and chives
for god's sake
she's crazy for
chicken
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One of the jobs I had was cutting out the blood clots on a side of beef.
quote by Marg Helgenberger
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Threat Interlude
[threat]
What they screamin when they shout?
Who they fiendin fo - zoo rock the house fo sure
We boom you need some elbow room, thats right
Cause I be chokin the mic, place me under arrest
Im on the hit list baby cause Im one of the best
We on a quest all across the coast to get fresh, yeah, yeah
Nigga fly like the air, been up in the game and you can keep the change
Tried to smash all the beef, turn the leaf over
Cheap rock-rolla, cant be seen, bring your football team
Bump your queen plus we want the chips
Spank the white man on his ass with the whip
The world is fillin us, killin us softly, adolf khadafi
Still real gangsters dont tell what they do, they just do what they got to
song performed by by Ice T
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Silly; Cats: I Have A Treat For A Black Cat
Black cat why do you run?
I want to have some fun.
Let me pet you.
Let me get you
some fish on toasted bun.
Fish you don't like you say?
What else would make your day?
Some beef perhaps?
Some chicken scraps?
I'll help you have your way.
When you finish your meal
I'll make with you a deal.
Come visit me
and I will see
next time you'll have some veal.
Then together we'll play;
for some toys I will pay.
Then you may nap
upon my lap.
I'll care for you O.K.?
We'll be not all alone.
Each other we shall 'own'.
At night I'll sleep
while watch you keep,
in our bed by the phone.
(10-22-2006)
poem by Bri Edwards
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