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Make Way For Lovers

she asked for a great thyme a day for festvel and enjoyment a day to marvel in the creativity of love and day for people to come together and celebrate the need to love she made beautiful drinks of cucumber jucies and apple jucies with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies. she favored a suttle flavor a mild wild but tamed flavor for a meat offering so she flavored a pork roast with rosemary, garlic, onions, yogurt, thyme and the gameyness and wildness of a goat. she created pocket with in the roast to hold the flavor of the pork. this was roasted for twelve hours to create a moist wild smokey flavor that which with sauce would be admired and loved. her pies were to be of mixture never allowing a single flavor to out speak a double flavored mixture. she combined butternut squash and sweet potato, with cream, and goats milk and butter sugar and honey cloves and cinnamon and a little sugar and vanilla and almond extracts to create a flavor which those who loved togetherness could speak to and speak about in past tense. apples and figs were liquered to develop a flavor then to roasted and suagered and sprinkled with cinnamon to make pies that the lovers of the world would wish for. the doughs were sweetened and fattened by sugar and shortening. some where cooked as pies and turnovers. sweet prefections to admire and adore. the beef's were slowed roasted to collect the savory juices that were to be gravy for yucca roots and potatoes a rich saucey gravy that was stout and bold, beefy and brash. rich with the goodness of rosemary and thyme garlic and onions, some graveys were extended with richness by horseradish and some were the drippings of chicken and turkey and even the precious gameyness of the lamb. oh the lamb, which rosemary's' thyme and bay leaves garlic and onions and ginger were sauced with wines for flavoring and and were cooked as pies and turnovers. it she gitt she dew whoop greasy clappin sweet shine kissing in moonlight nights lovers whisketyed sleepy wake up and grind that dinkie dew what i'm gonna say to you in the morning?

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