I do the cooking at home. Where we eat no more than 100 grams of meat a day and have 'tons' of fresh vegetables. I prepare the vegetables with a wide range of herbs, spices and such. We also keep on hand lots of fruit, yogurt and great breads.
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We Are The Vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bike's and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Some music is playing by metal gazers
It's gone through the stage where everyone makes it
Do you think that we're not good
All I really know is I think you should
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bikes and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the
We are the
We Are The Vegetables
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song performed by by INXS
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Because normally with Western cuisine, you'll serve vegetables separate from the meat, so kids will eat the meat and never touch the vegetables.
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I love to cook comfort food. I'll make fish and vegetables or meat and vegetables and potatoes or rice. The ritual of it is fun for me, and the creativity of it.
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We eat a lot of lean meat and fresh vegetables.
quote by Jayne Mansfield
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A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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A boxer's diet should be low in fat and high in proteins and sugar. Therefore you should eat plenty of lean meat, milk, leafy vegetables, and fresh fruit and ice cream for sugar.
quote by Gene Tunney
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So when I do Chinese cooking, I mix everything together, then the kids have to eat their vegetables. They won't have the patience to pick them out.
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Vegetables
Im gonna be round my vegetables
Im gonna chow down my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
If you brought a big brown bag of them home
Id jump up and down and hope youd toss me a carrot
Im gonna keep well my vegetables
Cart off and sell my vegetables
I love you most of all
My favorite vege-table
Oh oh taba vega vegel
I tried to kick the ball but my tenny flew right off
Im red as a beet cause Im so embarassed
Oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh yeah
Oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
Oh badumday oh dum do dum de dooby do
Chomp chomp chomp chomp do-do-do do-do-do
Bop bop bop bop do-do-do do-do-do
I know that youll feel better
When you send us in
Your letter an
Tell us the name of your
Your favorite vege-table
I know that youll feel better
When you send us in
Your letter an
Tell us the name of your
Your favorite vege-table
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Primarily I'm a meat man, although once in a while I toy with a few vegetables.
quote by Nat King Cole
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I think in England you eat too much sugar and meat and not enough vegetables.
quote by Arsene Wenger
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Market
a man going to market - - -
a man going to weep - - -
vegetables are waiting - - -
vegetables are weeping for his kitchen - - -
a kitchen waiting for the vegetables - - -
somewhere a kitchen - - -
weeping for the man - - -
particles running out - - -
now - - - particles - - -running out - - -
words - - -
poem by Anupam Mukhopadhyay
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I Take the Fork
I take the fork,
And select what I choose to eat.
I sample the vegetables...
To then sip on juice or spring water.
I slice the meat with a knife.
I taste for seasoning.
To see if it pleases.
It does...
And I repeat.
I take the fork,
And select what I choose to eat.
I sample the vegetables...
To then sip on juice or spring water.
I slice the meat with a knife.
I taste for seasoning.
To see if it pleases.
It does...
And I repeat.
I might have dessert,
With coffee.
I use a spoon,
If icecream is served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vegetables are interesting but lack a sense of purpose when unaccompanied by a good cut of meat.
quote by Fran Lebowitz
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There's Just As Much Life In A Salad
Veggies and Vegans say it's not cool,
They claim it's a murderous act,
If you eat any meat you must be a fool,
Is that nonsense or is it a fact.
Animals kill others that is true,
They must if they're to survive,
Humans eat meat like they do,
It's one method of staying alive.
Others eat grass, vegetables or hay,
True life forms every one,
We all need a feed from day to day,
When all is said and done.
That is life it's natures way,
Till vegans and veggies came along
These people feel the need to say,
That what we're doing is wrong.
We don't tell them what to eat,
So why do they tell us,
There's nothing wrong with eating meat,
So what is all the fuss.
They say that it's just so inhumane,
It's the taking of a life,
In their efforts they won't wane,
They just love to give us strife.
Some of them eat chicken and fish,
Both of them living things,
Like steak they make a lovely dish,
Yet still no alarm bell rings.
Others say it's a henious deed,
Killing animals for food,
Vegetables live but they don't take heed,
It's their insulated minds they delude.
Plants, fruits and vegetables come and go,
They're born and then they grow old,
Just like us they live and grow,
They're a part of life's great fold.
What gives veggies the right to dictate?
Don't plants have any rights,
Is it just because it's meat they hate?
They have us in their sights.
We are murderers they'd have you believe,
While they devour poor plants,
Truth is it's themselves they deceive,
With their hypocritical rants.
Plants like animals can't refuse,
None of them have a voice,
We eat to survive we do not abuse,
How we do that should be our own choice.
Killing year old lambs for Sunday lunch,
Are the actions of bloody louts,
I would counter that, now here's the crunch,
What about those poor baby sprouts.
The next time we're sitting down to our steak,
To all veggies we'll sing you a ballad,
The content will read that your argument's fake,
‘' There's Just As Much Life In A Salad ‘'
What If For....
what if for...
Christmas someone gave you
the air your breathe,
the water you drink,
vegetables that came
from the earth...
meat that lived on the same?
enjoy the moment!
for the next day he comes
to take it all away!
cant happen?
we're doing it to ourselves,
without even a thought!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We couldn’t find spinach anywhere
We couldn’t find spinach anywhere,
not at the Fruit and Veg
or other green grocers
or even at chain stores
like Pick-a-Pay, Checkers,
Shoprite and Woolworths.
“It must be out of season, ”
I told my darling
who had returned the green beans
and so we didn’t have
any green vegetables
and joking I told her
that we will get scurvy.
Passing a traffic light
in the inner city
she saw a hawker
selling vegetables
with packets and packets of spinach.
She told me to stop
and I parked next
to the road
across from him,
but before I could get out
of the car
he was already there
with a selection
of vegetables
at great prices.
That night my darling
prepared her special dish
with chicken, spinach
and feta cheese
fried in a great sauce
and served it with a bottle
of St. Anna wine
and my thoughts went to
the little smiling hawker
who made our day.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Restlessness
I have been blessed
With five senses-
To hear, touch, see, smell and taste,
But words fall inadequate
To express all that I experience,
Even if I take all the right ingredients.
Just as I always do
When I sit down to cook.
I first decide what the family will like to eat,
And then go shopping for the best vegetables and meat
Paying attention to colour and flavours
And washing them in running water with patience
Then chop, puree or make juliennes,
To stir fry them in a pan
I don’t have to measure the spices,
As I let it simmer the aroma rises
As the children walk in they can tell
It’s coming out quite well.
Years of experience
Has fine tuned my culinary skills
But I am still a novice at composing poems, I admit
And wonder when I will reach the finesse of likes of Keats?
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Money Plays with Us
When we are without money, we eat vegetables at home;
When we have money, we eat vegetables in a fine restaurant.
When we are without money, we ride bicycle to work;
When we have money, we ride bicycle to exercise.
When we are without money, we walks to eat food;
When we have money, we walks to burn food.
When we are without money, we wish to get married;
When we have money, we wish to get divorced.
When we are without money, we acts like a rich;
When we have money, we acts like a pauper.
We say share market is bad but we keep on speculating;
We say money is evil but we keep on craving for it.
We say high positions are risky but we keep on struggling for it;
We say gambling & drinking is bad but we keeps on indulging on it.
O People!
Be content with whatever you have
And thank God for whatever you have
poem by Imran Khan
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I live alone, with cats, books, pictures, fresh vegetables to cook, the garden, the hens to feed.
quote by Jeanette Winterson
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Cafe Of Dreams
welcome to the cafe
the cafe of dreams
the cattle stand dry
dry of mouth parched
awaiting their slaughter
so that a tired worker
may enjoy a good steak
meat pie or sausages
ground meat salt herbs spices
fried lovingly in your frying pan
not young mince meat dying
politic rhetoric in Afghanistan
slaugherhouse cafe is open
not only for teenagers who
dine 'Café des Abbatoirs'
die daily like passing cattle
poem by Terence George Craddock
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