Most cornmeal producers don't tell you when their cornmeal was milled, which makes it difficult to know how long the product has been sitting in the store before you bought it.
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If you have a busy natural foods store in your community, give their bulk cornmeal a try: high turnover means the product will most likely be fresh. And if the cornmeal is organic, all the better.
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Lazybones
Lazybones, sleepin in the sun....how you spect to get your days work done?
You cant get your days work done......sleepin in the noon day sun
Lazybones, layin in the shade....how you gonna get your cornmeal made?
You cant get no cornmeal made....sleepin in that evening shade
When taters need sprayin, I bet you keep prayin
The bugsll fall off of the vine
And when you go fishin I bet you keep wishin
Them fish dont grab your line
Lazybones, loafin all the day.....how you spect to make a dime that way?
You wont make no dime that way.....loafin in the shade all day
song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Sitting
I'm sitting here alone
on a massage chair
I bought Sarah for Christmas
she cried because I spent too much
I'm reading Bukowski
and checking Facebook
and playing a golf game
I just bought in the app store
poem by Dallin Bruun
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Ode to Maize
America, from a grain
of maize you grew
to crown
with spacious lands
the ocean foam.
A grain of maize was your geography.
From the grain
a green lance rose,
was covered with gold,
to grace the heights
of Peru with its yellow tassels.
But, poet, let
history rest in its shroud;
praise with your lyre
the grain in its granaries:
sing to the simple maize in the kitchen.
First, a fine beard
fluttered in the field
above the tender teeth
of the young ear.
Then the husks parted
and fruitfulness burst its veils
of pale papyrus
that grains of laughter
might fall upon the earth.
To the stone,
in your journey,
you returned.
Not to the terrible stone,
the bloody
triangle of Mexican death,
but to the grinding stone,
sacred
stone of your kitchens.
There, milk and matter,
strength-giving, nutritious
cornmeal pulp,
you were worked and patted
by the wondrous hands
of dark-skinned women.
Wherever you fall, maize,
whether into the
splendid pot of partridge, or among
country beans, you light up
the meal and lend it
your virginal flavor.
Oh, to bite into
the steaming ear beside the sea
of distant song and deepest waltz.
To boil you
as your aroma
spreads through
blue sierras.
But is there
no end
to your treasure?
In chalky, barren lands
bordered
by the sea, along
the rocky Chilean coast,
at times
only your radiance
reaches the empty
table of the miner.
Your light, your cornmeal, your hope
pervades America's solitudes,
and to hunger
your lances
are enemy legions.
Within your husks,
like gentle kernels,
our sober provincial
children's hearts were nurtured,
until life began
to shuck us from the ear.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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A Hopeless Project
Improvement indeed, staying away
from flame-throwing sugar - eating
salty cornmeal products instead -
turning chemical depression into
an ice-cold anger that makes me
hate myself and all existence
Escaping the interminable rise and
fall of voices by listening to music
full-volume on my ear-phones -
keeping irritation of meaning to a
minimum, facing an endless day of
inner turmoil caused by a system
So wayward it never stays on keel
for more than a few minutes at a
time, a frozen statue in front of a
computer screen, not allowing fury
at being a simpleton to boil over as
that is useless waste of energy
Knowing spiritualists would indict me
for lack of responsibility but in my de-
fence the headache came first and
nothing I did changed one iota of
anything, better to embrace this
feeling than trying to grow holy
A hopeless project to begin with
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Silent Poem
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk
underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow
woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile
sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep
backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk
candlestick ragrug firedog brownbread
hilltop outcrop cowbell buttercup
whetstone thunderstorm pitchfork steeplebush
gristmill millstone cornmeal waterwheel
watercress buckwheat firefly jewelweed
gravestone groundpine windbreak bedrock
weathercock snowfall starlight cockcrow
poem by Robert Francis
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Song of Death
Old Woman Census-taker,
Death the Trickster,
when you're going along,
don't you meet my baby.
Sniffing at newborns,
smelling for the milk,
find salt, find cornmeal,
don't find my milk.
Anti-Mother of the world,
People-Collector -
on the beaches and byways,
don't meet that child.
The name he was baptized,
that flower he grows with,
forget it, Rememberer.
Lose it, Death.
Let wind and salt and sand
drive you crazy, mix you up
so you can't tell
East from West,
or mother from child,
like fish in the sea.
And on the day, at the hour,
find only me.
poem by Gabriela Mistral
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Early Bought
Early bought sweater
Pink wool, she has just bought her sweater
Sitting in the waiting room, I can't help but notice
The tag hanging out,
Most probably tickeling her neck
How does she not notice?
Not remember to gently cut it off
Careful not to rip the very fibers that cover her body,
How does she forget that in public, she ignorently shows
The store at which she shops?
This early bought, pink wool, sweater
Now keeps her warm in the waiting room.
poem by Daisymilk Riverflower
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Whom do you want to sit with?
Sitting with wise people makes you wise
Sitting with rich people increases your pride
Sitting with unfortunates makes you humble
Sitting with ignorant makes you more puzzle
Sitting with traitors can make you traitors too
Along whom do you sit with, it is up to you!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Fortunately, when it comes to meat and poultry, I have the really wonderful situation of having producers and processors that produce and process a very high-quality product.
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I'm opposed to censorship of any kind, especially by government. But it's plain common sense that producers should target their product with some kind of sensitivity.
Just trying to get a film made which is always difficult no matter what kind of a budget you have. Not having a budget makes it even more difficult. Having nineteen days and no budget makes it extremely difficult.
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Our job is to sell our clients' merchandise... not ourselves. Our job is to kill the cleverness that makes us shine instead of the product. Our job is to simplify, to tear away the unrelated, to pluck out the weeds that are smothering the product message.
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Uplift
On one whole bottle "uplifting!"
There is no telling what I'll do
Run head first into traffic
A mindset of annihilation
No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
Your head now
Uplift - uplifting
Uplifting now
On hallucinogenic "uplift"
I can step out of my body
Religion is in myself
I'll split my head in two and see you twice
No sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought
Ahh... no sense makes sense
You can't get bought without thought inside
your head now
Uplift... uplifting
Uplifting now...
Uplifting you now...
Give me alcohol extremeties
Instead of proofless christianity
Drunked up in a coma place
Critics disgusted
song performed by by Pantera from Reinventing The Steel
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Want You More
Tried the phone, oh whats the use?
I know I won't get through to you
First a note, then a call
Only yesterday I was yours now
Every day I want you more.
Close my eyes, oh there you are
Stop before we go too far
Every move I recall,
Shouldn't dream that you're here because it
Only makes me want you more.
How could I forget you?
All the reasons we've seen through
Didn't see, never thought, no sense looking back because it
Only makes me want you more.
Our emotions in store,
All the time we're apart: ignore
It only makes me want you more.
Please don't think I never heard:
I remember every word
Every move I recall
Shouldn't dream that you're here at all it
Only makes me want you more.
Every day, hey, every room
Sadness makes the vainest fools
Whose to say what's in store?
Just remember I just adore you
Every day I want you more, oh.
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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But I think it's always difficult when a product that you're using and accustomed to changes.
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I went to the store and bought lady fingers, when I got home I noticed one of the fingers was missing so I went back to the store and the manager was nice enough to give me the finger.
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Chewin Gum
I don't like stakes or fancy cake
I'm full of ice cream food
I have just one effection
I really love to chew
Lollipop or chocolate drop
Have no effect on me
But when I have some chewin' gum
I'm as happy as can be
My mama gave me a penny
To buy some candy
I didn't want the candy
So I bought some chewin' gum
(Oh, yum, yum,yum)
I love my gum
My mama gave me a nickle
To buy a pickle
I didn't want a pickle
So I bought some chewin' gum
(Oh, yum, yum,yum)
I bought some gum
Each time I find myself with a guy
I hurry to the store
Cause' the boy who sells me chewin' gum
Is the one that I adore
My mama gave me a quater
For solter water
I know I had an order
But I bought some chewin' gum
...
...
Each time I find myself with a guy
I hurry to the store
Cause' the boy who sells me chewin' gum
Is the one that I adore
My mama gave me a quater
For solter water
I know I had an order
But I bought some chewin' gum
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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