Chef Poems - Poems about Chef

In the heart of the kitchen, where flavors collide, You wield your vocation, with passion and pride. Anointed by Heaven, with gifts that you bring, To nourish both body and spirit, you sing. With skilled hands you blend, a mosaic so fine, A feast for the senses, where taste interlines....

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Afosa Adagio ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He described her as mean someone caring she demanded more than she gave someone that is only politely spoken of in a gesturing of description. The first AACT spoke of her speaking to her lover who only spoken Italian. Moments later she is said to be speaking to her lover in Portuguese.. We learn later both are separate entities neither wise to the other. Act Four...

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A hearty bowl of broth overflows its rim Proudly served by a mustachioed chef whose heart swells up in him to see his patrons savor its taste lean back with...

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There was a woman named Beth Who said she was a accomplished Chef But she burned the food It looked like glue And the dog refused to eat what’s left...

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Six ice cream bananas Skin removed and center hollowed out In a bowl mix 1 cup of rolled oats 1/2 teaspoon of honey *4 table spoons of Brown sugar 2 tablespoon of rum 1/2 cups. Of mashed banana 1/4 cup of shredded coconut 1 tablespoon of vanilla 1/2 cups of cream cheese 1 egg yolk 2 cups of banana Pipe into hollowed center Wrap...

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I saw a child He seemed sober and mild. An assortment of vegetables was before him. The look of the cat near him seemed grim. The child was not cooking. Nor the green vegetables he was eating. Was this a pose for a photo? Was it just a fun motto? Whatever it might be, he looked cute. With a traditional chef's suit… ...

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Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew. One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do. No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two. He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two. ...

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Chef dog stoked the heat in the kitchen every morn. He was the best chef in Milwaukee who had ever been born. He made chicken biscuits, sausage waffles and roadkill stew. I have always wanted to eat there, wouldn’t you? ...

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Chef rabbit’s specialty was lovely, marvelous cabbage-carrot stew. One year there was a drought, and he did not know what to do. No cabbage anywhere around, okay, maybe he could scrounge up two. He substituted lettuce, and it was tastier, on a scale, twenty-two....

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I am handed a bottle of wine I am told it's French and then, well, that's it I offer my son another mint He'll one day discover mint sauce I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass I'm annoyed at the hotel buffet The fried eggs have all gone The chef can't keep up I offer my services behind the counter I hear...

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It's a Myth until it's Acheived He doesn't take what he's doing seriously. he goes in with a script: he's going to do what he has planned, not taking into account that people are watching him and his opponent is watching him feeling the strength of his blows and feeling him tiring. He telegraphs moves and moves around like he's done know thing to...

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What kind of pizza do you want? I don’t want Dominos or Jacks or Pizza Hut. My favorite pizza is vintage Chef-boy-Ar-dee We used to fry up hamburger and make this greasy delight It was so smeary red greasy, it fell apart in our hand We had to use a fork, and the crust was delightful. Making it from a box,...

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chef debouched placed olykook in hot grease.... esperance flowed ...

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It had yet to enter Mister Jeff’s head That I know him like the back of my hands: Never would ask him bread let alone bed, News of this sure to make it to distant lands… The choice of a dog alive or lion dead, A slow building with bricks or the fast with sands; An offer of dying after being...

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Pete’s whole house is strawberry colored, with fruity designs. I am getting tired of Chet and his incessant whines. I cannot believe it but he has strawberry dishes, curtains and doors. I am tired of Chet and consider giving him big yawns and snores. All he talks about is his cousin Pete whose color scheme is pink. And red, with...

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