A gourmet who thinks of calories is like a tart who looks at her watch.
quote by James Beard
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To be a gourmet you must start early, as you must begin riding early to be a good horseman. You must live in France, your father must have been a gourmet. Nothing in life must interest you but your stomach.
quote by Ludwig Bemelmans
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Key Lime Pie
Ocean breeze, tire swing
Coconut fall if you shake that thing
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
Tall green tree, yellow bird
Bikini bottom and a tie-dyed shirt
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Big white sail, red sunset
Lobster tail and don't forget
My, my, my - my key lime pie
A six string, ten shots
Of Cruzan rum, hey, I like it a lot
With my, my, my - my key lime pie
Tortola, a full moon
Shining down on a blue lagoon
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Not too tart, not too sweet
My baby loves to watch me eat
Her key lime pie
Her key lime pie
We got Ginger and Mary Ann
Cookin' up a real good tan
And my, my, my - my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
Key lime pie, my my my
My, my, my key lime pie
Key lime pie, key lime pie
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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chocolate tart XD
oh choco oh chocolate oh choco oh chocolate tart,
you pull me up when i am small you kiss my feet when i am tall oh chocolate tart you are in my heart and always will be! !
Or until i EAT you
Love you chocolate tart
mmmmm....................
Tart
Hear silver trumpets will trill in Arabic streets of Seville
Oranges roll in the gutter
And you pick them up
And peel back the skin
To the red fruit within
But the flavour is
Tart
And the flavour is
Tart
Is it something you crave?
And you say that you only feel bitterness
When you know it's a lie, lie, lie
Wild with a blackberry bush
There were blossoms of cherries to crush
There, at the edge of the asphalt tempting fingertips
They stain your hand, press too hard
They'll colour your lips
But the flavour is
Tart
And the flavour is
Tart
Is it something you crave?
'Cos you say that you only feel bitterness
Would it kill you to show us a little sweetness?
Repeat chorus
Odd, where nothing else grows
It was something like love that she chose
Always a creature of habit
When pity would do
She wore down that heel with no feeling
She kept on her shoes
Repeat chorus
Nylon was hung from a peg
And a kohl black seam ran down her leg
Fishermen look for their nets
And send their regrets
The bug lay there broken
She spoke, "Is this some kind of joke?"
But the flavour is
Tart
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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26 Calories
His kiss is like heaven, once you go there you'll never live again
You'll love it and you'll crave it, you'll want to have him
You'll never care about anything else
And you'll never end up searching for someone else
Take a deep breath so this kiss can last longer
And hold your breath, to make you feel stronger
Now close your eyes and move in for the kill
And never look back for as long as you will
Because here is how a true kiss should be
So why don't you burn 26 calories with me
(a one minute kiss burns 26 calories)
poem by Rokket Grrl
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Yes I Am Fat
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
And I love my hats
Sometimes I wish my hair was wrapped in a plat
I got two Siamese cats and I always dress smart
But let me put this right from the start
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
This is a message for all you love rats
I may crave once in a while for brown chocolat
But I do I have appreciation for the finer art
Sometimes I let out a big fat fart
Sometimes I have a full shopping cart
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
I have a big bum - I got curve infinity
I have big breasts - I got breast immunity
Though my bum is round and never flat
I got the purest of dignity all you love rats
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
Sometimes I get scorned or made fun at
But you need to check out my stats
I am intelligent, respectful and not a brat
I go to work and pay my dutiful vat
So do you want a chit chat?
Or do you want to take out your baseball bat
You see I can engage in any immortal combat,
on any wrestling mat and come out without taking a scat
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
So many have looked and spat
As if I smell and don't take a bath
I was born fat
And such is that
Respect me and I give tit for tat
Please don't make jest at
I do like when I get winked at
You see, even the fat have a heart
At times I feel pain as if I have been pierced with a dart
Yes I am fat
I have to plot my own life chart
And accept myself until death does me apart
By telling me when it is time to depart
Yes I am fat
Yes I am fat
But O! No, I am not a tart
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Mind Your Calories!
Avoid extra calories;
Take no chance to turn obese;
Burn more calories in you;
Be active and joyful too.
Use the stairs and not the lift;
Exercise well, stay most fit;
Walk for health, some miles at dawn;
To do things the hard way- Learn.
Do your daily chores yourself;
Keep empty your fridge, food-shelf;
Enter house by the back-door;
Sit for less hours, walk some more.
Walk uphill whenev’r you can;
Eat less; work more for health, man;
Use the ramp, avoid plain floor;
Lazy mind makes life a bore.
Fast-foods, never take at all;
Eat lesser starch, consume dhal;
Drink more water if you can;
Work hard and stay healthy, man.
Extra food can poison you;
Fat lessens your life-span too;
Count your calories you take;
Life is worth-while, if you make!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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A Bit of Advice to a Bit of a Stud
Are you dreaming of a new romance
Or is that a pistol in your pants?
Judging by the way you swagger
You'd think you have a RIGHT to shag her! !
She, of course, is far less willing
Unless she thinks she can make a killing,
Unless you're rich, in other words,
Which is typical of bloody birds! !
Unfortunately, you don't have a penny
So Sarah, Anne, Denise or Jenny
Will not be opening their door
Like any tart or little whore.
You'll have to offer something more
Than just a romp between the sheets
With a guy who prowls the city streets! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Lines Written In The Fannie Farmer Cookbook
[Given to Frank Bidart]
You won't become a gourmet* cook
By studying our Fannie's book--
Her thoughts on Food & Keeping House
Are scarcely those of Lévi-Strauss.
Nevertheless, you'll find, Frank dear,
The basic elements** are here.
And if a problem should arise:
The Soufflé fall before your eyes,
Or strange things happen to the Rice
--You know I love to give advice.
Elizabeth
Christmas, 1971
* Forbidden word
** Forbidden phrase
P.S. Fannie should not be underrated;
She has become sophisticated.
She's picked up many gourmet* tricks
Since the edition of '96.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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My Stand
Don't tell me i cant, i wont.
Oh no no you don't.
I am my own man.
Watch as i take stand.
Their no black or white
when it comes to whats wrong.
Theirs only grey.
What else can i say.
Don't tell me i cant, i wont.
Oh no no you don't.
I am my own man.
Watch as i take a stand.
Am over reaching just maybe.
But what gives you the right to preach to me.
Just step off, back up.
Enough is enough.
Don't tell me i cant, i wont.
Oh no no you don't.
I am my own man.
Watch as i take a stand.
The blind shall never follow the weak.
Even if i don't know everything,
don't mistake this ignorance for stupidity.
I'm just not that dumb.
Your fun is at the expense of others.
Another, another, oh brother.
Don't tell me i cant, i wont.
Oh no no you don't.
I am my own man.
Watch as i take a stand.
Against all odds.
Against someone who thinks their god.
I say come on, bring it in any flavor.
it still wont save you.
The strings are gone forever gone.
Don't tell me i cant, i wont.
Oh no no you don't.
I am my own man.
Watch as i take my stand.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Watching My Weight
Cakes and pies, you tempt me so
And homemade candies too, you know
I'm trying to watch what I eat
Holidays coming, such a treat
Watching my weight isn't fun
Aroma's from the kitchen, to the fridge I'll run
Coconut cream pies, are my weakness
Don't want to get fat, would cause such bleakness
So all along, I will have to suffer
Refraining from this, is certainly tougher
I walk alot and count my calories
I must refrain from these food galleries!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Try, Try, Try
Pop tart, what's the matter?
Did you lose what you're after?
For your tears, I'm still singing
for your fears, I am ringing
from Houston on downer buzz
like you said, it's just because
you'll detonate your long lost kisses
wished on the eve of forgotten blessings
start your way for some new impression
try to hold on
for this heart, a little bit stronger
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
for this heart's never been broken
so try to hold on
try to hold on
pop tart, did you flatter?
When they spoke of my disasters
at thirteen I lost my compass
but I'm sure it's all accomplished
as desires on my ghost trains
like you said, when it rains
it pours down the back of the bitter son
desperate for love and loves everyone
in my mother's arms no simple harm
conspires to hold on
for this heart, a little bit closer
try to hold on
to this love alone
try to hold on
and we know if we go under
we just can't let go
no, no
pop tart, will it matter?
If I lose and just shatter
will you cry, and keep crying
will I die, and keep dying
in Tokyo, with sad tragic blues
like you said it's how you use
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Why do you think?
Why do you think?
Other should think the way you think
Can you think the way they think?
Everybody thinks’
His way is the right way to think
Respect what people think
The way they think
You will find people
Respecting what and how you think
Everybody has the right to think
The way he thinks’ and what he thinks’
One can only tell what he thinks’
If they like it
They will approve what you think
No regrets, no hard feelings
Nobody loses, Nobody wins
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Tarts And Warts
on a sweet conversation like this
when you open
and i ask some more of this openness
in you,
you become my tart
i like the taste
of fruits and milk and some cheese
to last finger licking
goodness
then you take your turn
trying to open me like a canned
fruit juice
i stick to my lock and key
and you find it hard to
open
you like to drink the four seasons
in me
i refuse
i shifted your questions to something else
like the full moon last night
and you do not like
this one way traffic
between us
my road is closed
i only have
mysterious ends
your thirst shall not be quenched
you should know by now
i am not a tart
i am your wart
and so the saying goes like a road
diverging
i'll take the other one
you take that one
i know
the one less travelled by
you are the poet
i am less
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A wise man writes down what he thinks, a stupid man forgets what he thinks, a complete idiot punishes himself for what he thinks.
quote by Jason Zebehazy
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I don't like to use 'gourmet' because it has become so overused and abused.
quote by Arthur Schwartz
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Cream Tart
My name is wolfy
and I get all hairy
when the wolf bane blooms
under a full moon.
I do a transformation
and become a real wild thing
I go to all the places
where the wild ones hang out.
I get to be a bit of a dog
when there is food about
and really get tucked in.
You can tempt me anytime
with a cream tart.
Yeah, I know what your saying
too much sweet stuff isn’t for you,
but this wolfy has a sweet tooth
and he’ll devour anything,
so long as it is sweet.
I used to be a lean machine
until I was seduced
by a big cream tart,
that did it I’m afraid
and this wolfy lost his heart.
10 September 2009
poem by David Harris
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Ya gotta know when to run
Ya Gotta know when to run
When a redneck says… “watch this”
Ya just gotta get out of his truck
“Watch this, ” means he thinks it can fly
Or he thinks it can float like a duck
“there ain’t no monster under your bed”
That’s what your mama solemnly states
Run outta the room son, before it’s too late
Cause the monster’s gonna eatcha! You ‘re gonna be dead!
Ya gotta learn when to hold em’
Ya gotta learn when you’re done
Gotta learn when to fold em’
Son, you gotta learn when to run
When your good ol’ buddy boozily states
“don’t worry none, it ain’t loaded! ol‘ son”
Unless you’re dyin’ to stroll thru those pearly gates
You really gotta know when to pick em’ up and run
When bubba states “Shoot! It’s only 220 volts”
And standin in water ain’t gonna hurt us none
The feelin’s akin to getting run over by the Baltimore Colts
And it helps a whole lot…to know when to cut and run
poem by David Whalen
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The superior man thinks of virtue; the small man thinks of comfort. The superior man thinks of the sanctions of law; the small man thinks of favors which he may receive.
quote by Confucius
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A gourmet meal without a glass of wine just seems tragic to me somehow.
quote by Kathy Mattea
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