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A Dinner of Dessert
Thanksgiving 2010
Guest of Honor : David Shapiro
A Menu Poem
Chef-d'oeuvre A Dinner of Dessert by Geoffrey Gatza
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A Dinner Menu of Dessert
Am useé
Appetizer
Soup
Deep Chocolate And Tarragon Soup With Frothed Coffee Cream And Hazelnuts
Pièces M ontées
D essert
PRONUNCIATION:
(shay-DOO-vruh)
MEANING:
noun: A masterpiece.
ETYMOLOGY:
From French chef-d'oeuvre (masterpiece)
from chef (chief) + oeuvre (work)
Thanksgiving introduction
Hello and thank you for coming to this year’s Thanksgiving poem menu! We are honoring David Shapiro with a
truly experimental dinner, a meal made up of different courses of dessert items. This may sound weird, but as
this is set up, it would act very nicely as a full meal. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed putting this
together.
To work with Mr. Shapiro in mind is a real pleasure. He is so influential to everything I seem to understand /
admire / embody as art, it is hard to extricate what it is in my memories of what comes from him and what flows
through him. Like one wondering if the fun from a cherry comes from the red color or the unique taste. And it
was this quick, poorly developed metaphor that toddled it's way on towards the notion to have a full seven-
course meal consisting solely of dessert. I have never had the occasion to do such a thing, a full dinner of dessert,
as there is little call for it. This is exactly why this is perfect for David Shapiro. I am a trained chef and I have the
ability to prepare this meal but I do have to say that if he came to my home, I would, of course, cook him a fine
meal of vegetables and other common comestibles. But for poetry, a paper plate, and a paper soup, why not?
There is a wonderful story that David once played violin for John Lennon. David is an accomplished violinist
and this must have been quite the treat to play music for one who has reached the souls of so many. And it is in
this spirit that this dinner menu came about, David emailed me to ask if I would do one for him. And I can tell
you; it was a happy thing to receive that request! I love David and his poems, in that way one loves and sees
John Lennon’s body of work. In the making of this work, I went at it with the glee I can only imagine he played
his violin.
Thank you a thousand times for coming and be sure to come back next year! Hurray!
PS: There is a fun interview with Kent Johnson, Thanksgiving Dinner Menu 2004 Guest of Honor,
in Jacket http://jacketmagazine.com/37/iv-shapiro-d-ivb-kent.shtml
Chef-d'oeuvre
A Dinner of Dessert
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Appetizer
What a way to remove the fun from a game, my partner Donna said to me about this idea. But I have been accused more
than once of being the only friend who assigns homework. With the fun of playing a game of Scrabble with Michael
Kelleher, a wonderful poet also living in Buffalo, is great, the overwhelming potential for poetry wakes me up from the
game and ideas flow into that play space.
Game of play:
Played with Michael Kelleher the week of July 8, 2010 on my iPod Touch and his iPhone 3 over the Internet through our
Facebook account version of Scrabble.
This site provides a descrambler program on their site and will generate a list of words that are available from the tiles you
enter.
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One Game of Scrabble
15
eagerly
Turn One - Points: 78
eagerly
regale
galere
argyle
yager
relay
regal
ragee
leger
leery
leary
layer
large
laree
lager
gyral
glary
glare
gayer
elegy
early
eagre
eagle
eager
argle
agree
agley
aglee
year
yare
rely
reel
real
rale
rage
lyre
17
leer
lear
gyre
grey
gree
gray
gley
glee
gear
gale
eyre
eyra
eyer
eger
egal
eery
eely
earl
aryl
alee
agly
ager
agee
aery
yea
yar
rye
rya
reg
ree
ray
rag
lye
ley
leg
lee
lea
lay
lar
lag
gey
gel
18
gee
gay
gar
gal
gae
eye
erg
ere
era
eel
ear
aye
are
ale
age
ye
ya
re
la
er
el
ay
ar
al
ag
ae
19
Pain
Turn Two - Points: 12
plain
pilaw
lapin
wain
wail
plan
pina
pian
pial
pawn
pawl
pain
pail
nipa
nazi
nail
lawn
lain
anil
zip
zin
zap
wiz
21
win
wap
wan
pin
pia
paw
pan
pal
nip
nil
naw
nap
lip
lin
aw
lap
awn
awl
ani
alp
ain
ail
za
pi
pa
na
li
la
22
in
aw
an
al
ai
23
Row
Turn three – Points: 14
whorl
horal
whoa
oral
howl
hora
hoar
harl
halo
awol
alow
zoa
who
wha
war
row
rho
raw
rah
owl
ora
oar
low
law
lar
how
24
haw
hao
azo
awl
za
wo
ow
or
oh
lo
la
ho
ha
aw
ar
al
ah
25
Whaler
Turn four – Points: 14
26
lager lader lacer horal
27
marl mare male lyre
lure lore lire lira
lier liar leva lehr
leer lech leas lear
28
axle axel aver aryl
arse aril ares area
29
haw hat has hap
hao ham haj hah
hag hae had gel
gar gal gae fer
za ye ya we
uh ta sh re
pe pa or oh
oe ne na me
ma lo li la
ka ho hm
hi he ha fe
fa ex et es
er en em el
eh ef ed de
be ba ay ax
aw at as ar
an am al ai
30
ah ag ae ad
ab aa
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Soup
Deep Chocolate And Tarragon Soup With Frothed Coffee Cream And Hazelnuts
Scrabble (Part 2)
In the same way the peacock's tail evolved into a flamboyantly useless appendage, words
have had to resort to ludicrous contortions to stand out. Inspired by the movement of
candlelight, Stopoped is an amalgam of words, supposedly from the "ignore them, they're
just trying to get attention" school of poetry. So far we're just not sure if this is a comedy, a
tragedy or some surreal, hallucinogenic fairy tale, neverumind
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Hued
Turn five - Points 16
34
hied hide hets heth hest
35
tae tad sty shy she
ate adz za yo ye
ya we ut uh to
36
ti ta sh re pe
oy oh oe od ne
my me it id ho
hm hi he ha fe
ex et es er en
em el eh ef ed
do de by be ay
at ah ae ad
37
Zeta
Turn Six - Points 38
38
typo type tyne
tyke tyes tyer
39
oaky note nota
neat mote moat
40
zoa zit zek
zee zed zax
41
say sat sae rye rya rot
42
aye axe awe avo ave att
aby abo za yo ye ya
wo we ut to ti ta
so re pe pa oy ox
ow os or op on om
oi oh of oe od no
ne na my mo me ma
lo la ka jo it ho
he ha go fe fa ex
et es er en em el
eh ef ed do de by
bo be ba ay ax aw
at as ar an am al
ai ah ag ae ad ab
aa
43
Airy
Turn Seven - Points 12
ratify
notify
floaty
aliyot
wifty
tokay
toffy
today
toady
tafia
taffy
stoai
softy
softa
ratio
patio
ostia
ofays
nifty
motif
lofty
laity
iotas
forty
foray
footy
folia
foist
foamy
flota
float
fitly
45
fifty
fiats
fatty
fatso
fatly
faith
fairy
faint
fagot
coati
biota
atopy
atony
atomy
amity
aloft
afrit
afoot
yoni
yogi
yoga
yeti
yagi
yaff
wait
waif
waft
vita
tyro
typo
tufa
troy
trio
tray
toys
toyo
towy
46
tory
tori
tora
topi
tony
tola
toit
toil
toga
tofu
toft
toff
toea
tody
toby
toad
tivy
tiro
tiny
tiff
tidy
thio
taxi
taro
taos
tali
tain
tail
taco
stoa
stay
soya
soft
sofa
sift
sati
47
ryot
roti
rota
riot
rift
rato
raft
pity
pita
paty
otic
omit
okay
oily
ohia
ofay
obit
obia
oats
oath
oast
oaky
oafs
nota
naoi
naif
moat
mity
mayo
loti
lota
loft
loaf
lift
lati
kyat
kayo
48
kaif
jota
jiao
jato
iota
into
info
ikat
iffy
hoya
haft
goat
gift
gait
frit
fray
frat
fozy
foys
foxy
fort
fora
foot
font
foin
foil
fogy
foci
foam
foal
flit
flay
flat
fixt
fits
fist
49
fino
filo
fila
fido
fico
fiat
fiar
feta
feat
fays
fats
fate
fast
fart
faro
fano
fair
fain
fail
fado
fact
doty
doit
doat
dita
dato
daft
coif
coft
coat
city
ciao
bota
boat
bait
ayin
auto
50
atop
atom
arty
anti
alto
alit
alif
aits
airy
airt
ahoy
agio
adit
zoa
zit
yow
you
yon
yom
yok
yod
yob
yip
yin
yid
yet
yea
yay
yaw
yar
yap
yam
yak
yah
wot
wit
way
51
wat
via
vat
uta
tye
two
twa
tui
try
toy
tow
tot
tor
top
too
ton
tom
tog
toe
tod
tit
tis
tip
tin
til
tie
tic
thy
tho
tea
tax
taw
tav
tau
tat
tas
52
tar
tap
tao
tan
tam
taj
tag
tae
tad
tab
sty
soy
sot
sit
say
sat
rya
rot
rif
ria
ray
rat
qat
pya
pot
poi
pit
pia
pay
pat
oxy
ova
out
ort
ora
opt
oot
53
oka
oil
oft
off
oca
obi
oba
oat
oar
oak
oaf
not
nit
nay
mot
moa
may
mat
lot
lit
lay
lat
koi
koa
kit
kif
kay
kat
kaf
joy
jot
jay
ivy
its
ion
ifs
54
iff
icy
hoy
hot
hit
hay
hat
hao
goy
got
goa
git
gay
gat
fry
fro
foy
fox
fou
for
fop
fon
foh
fog
foe
fob
fly
fiz
fix
fit
fir
fin
fil
fig
fie
fid
fib
55
fey
fet
fay
fax
fat
fas
far
fan
fag
fad
eta
eft
eat
dot
dit
dif
day
coy
cot
cay
cat
boy
bot
boa
bit
bio
bay
bat
azo
ays
aye
avo
att
ate
art
arf
56
apt
any
ant
ani
ami
alt
ait
ais
air
ain
aim
ail
aid
ahi
ago
aft
aff
ado
act
aby
abo
za
yo
ye
ya
xi
wo
ut
to
ti
ta
so
si
qi
pi
pa
oy
57
ox
ow
os
or
op
on
om
oi
oh
of
oe
od
no
na
my
mo
mi
ma
lo
li
la
ki
ka
jo
it
is
in
if
id
ho
hi
ha
go
fe
fa
et
ef
58
do
by
bo
bi
ba
ay
ax
aw
at
as
ar
an
am
al
ai
ah
ag
ae
ad
ab
aa
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Fade
Turn Eight - Points 16
tome toea
team tame
mote moat
meta meat
tom toe
tea tao
tam tae
oft oat
fem fat
eta emf
eft eat
ate ama
aft to ta om
of oe mo me
ma fe
fa et
em ef
60
at am
ae aa
61
Mean
Turn Nine – Points:9
Om oe mo
Me ma jo
Et em at
am
ae
62
Vote
Turn Ten – Points: 33
outvie
vote
veto
jute
jive
etui
voe
vie
vet
ute
tui
toe
tie
out
jut
jot
joe
jeu
jet
ut
to
ti
oi
oe
jo
it
et
63
Pièces M ontées
65
Ti
Turn Eleven – Points: 9
tui
rut
jut
ut
ti
it
67
jerrid
Turn Twelve – Points: 23
ruer
rue
rei
jeu
ire
err
re
er
68
Ox
Turn Thirteen – Points: 34
bund
nub
dun
dub
cud
cub
bun
bud
xu
un
nu
69
Bunn
Turn Fourteen – Points: 12
bund
nub
dun
dub
cud
cub
bun
bud
un
nu
70
I win
Turn Fifteen – end of game and remaining tiles form only one word:
cud
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End Notes and Game play
Geoffrey: Eagerly 78 78
Michael: Deadly 22 22
Geoffrey: Pain 12 90
Michael: Goonies 20 42
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Geoffrey: Ti 11 253
Michael: Rob 11 278
Geoffrey: Ox 34 310
Michael: Qis 12 308
Final score:
Geoffrey: 316
Michael: 314
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Definitions and fun scrabble words
Words with no consonants
Aa
Ae
Ai
Oe
Eau
Qi
Qat
Qis
Suq
Suqs
Qoph
Qats
Qadi
Qaid
Umiaq
Tranq
Qophs
Qanat
Qadis
Qaids
Faqir
Umiaqs
Tranqs
Sheqel
Qwerty
Qiviut
Qintar
Qindar
Qanats
Faqirs
Buqsha
Qwertys
Qiviuts
Qintars
Qindars
Buqshas
Sheqalim
Qindarka
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Words without vowels or "Y"
75
Words with two letters
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D esserts From Around The W orld
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Kabul, Afghanistan
Dessert is usually a Sunday affair at my home, she said while sipping a milky tea. I told her I understood poverty.
She waved a hand brushing away the words I was saying. Oh, no, it had nothing to do with money. It was my
mother, she believed that something tastes better if you wait for them. All week long we waited in great anticipation
for our dessert. Secretly my brother and I believed that our mother did not like to cook very much. I thought it was
a lovely idea even if it was an excuse.
She told me that she keeps this tradition of waiting for foods as a part of her life. Each year on her birthday she eats
a large bowl of Firnee which is thick custard with pistachios and flavored with cardamom.
All year she thinks of her custard and on her day, she indulges. Nothing can compare to eating your favorite dish,
especially after thinking about it for a whole year. I told her, that in my home we go to the store and buy a cake for
birthdays. She said nothing, only slurped her tea very loudly.
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Episkopi Cantonment, Akrotiri and Dhekelia
It was mid-afternoon and I was walking down a tiny cobblestone alley. I saw an English Army officer having a lonely
cup of demitasse. He was seated in a small, family run café. He politely offered me a seat and ordered us a pot of
coffee. We talked for a while and I felt comfortable enough to make a little joke, I told him that my mother was an
English major too.
It’s a good thing to be, he giggle, education is as important as the military. Now try one of these. He handed me a
spoonful of a thick orange jam. It’s called glyka tou koutaliou, which translates to mean, spoon sweets; it is fruit
preserved in sugar. It's very nice but very sweet. I took a small taste and felt very warm inside. It was a bright sweet
orange flavor but also a twinge of bitter from the thinly sliced peel. He told me they are made from almost any fruit,
although sour and bitter fruits are remarkably favored.
We ordered several kinds, and after he introduced me to each one, he celebrated each taste by raising the spoon and
toasting, here is another brick in the wall of your education. We tried the sour cherry, vanilla, fig, and almond. My
favorite was the walnut glyka; which brought back a memory of my grandmother’s pantry, it always smelled of
cedar and somehow this taste brought me back to that room. The flavors were many and varied, they even had one
of baby eggplants, which I tried but didn’t care for all that much. My English friend said that it was all right to not
like the taste of something; education makes you taller just by experiencing.
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Pago Pago, American Samoa
I have been told that one has to earn those golden moments in life. And my stay in Pago Pago proved this to be true.
I toured the vibrant communities, tuna canneries and a national park with the family I had been staying with. We
climbed to the summit of a lush green mountain, called Mt. Alava. It was difficult to not admire the glorious views
of this blue pacific harbor and it’s tropical town.
The five of us picnicked on a dramatic cliff, laying out a red gingham cloth and taking in the salty, floral afternoon
air. As we cleaned up our picnic, we ate some coconut puff cookies called Keke Faasaina, which are lightly crispy on
the outside and very soft on the inside. It was like eating a sweet down pillow. The father asked me if I was happy as
he poured me a cup of ice cold coffee. I told him that I was super happy, and smiled, popping another cookie into
my mouth. He looked to his son, then down, then back to his wife who was packing up our picnic basket.
He asked me sheepishly what it was that I meant by supper happy? I was about to explain that it was only silly
expression stated in poor English, when his son jumped up with his arm in the air. He said it was happiness with a
red flowing cape on it! We all laughed and had more cookies and began our long journey down the mountain.
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Luanda, Angola
On the bus to Luanda, I was seated next to a very nice man. He was on his way home, which is always a good feeling.
However, this journey involved an even brighter feeling, he was on his way home to meet his mother, father and
three sisters after a very long time away. He was in prison for a crime that would not be considered a crime in my
homeland.
Some things just taste like home, and that taste is the taste of freedom. Freedom is a funny thing, he said, but an
even odder thing was the way the prison cook prepared cocada amarela. Apparently there are many ways to prepare
this dessert and his mother made it best. Cocada amarela is a thick coconut pudding flavored with clove and ground
excellence. It is very sweet and rather heavy but my friend told me he would, at the proper moment, after reuniting
hugs, eat a barrowful of his mother’s pudding.
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Tokyo, Japan
I met a writer friend of mine in Tokyo; he had come from Kyoto just for this meeting. It was very exciting, as we had
never met face to face. We had talked for years over email, and now we could finally sit and talk over tea. He showed
me many shops where they serve delightful foods, but we kept on walking. I know a place I want you to see, he said
curling his fingers forward.
We toured most of Tokyo before finding a confectioner who served Wagashi. They are the size of a chocolate, a
one-bite treat. Wagashi are made from mochi, which is a rice cake that has been kneaded into a paste. They are
artfully sculpted into tiny fruit shapes and have lots of different flavors. Some are fruit flavors like mango, banana,
strawberry, sweet potato, and chestnuts. The one I like best was pickled cherry leaf.
We sat eating and enjoying ourselves over tea when I asked him how he knew I would like wagashi. He told me
plainly, fortune favors the prepared mind.
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Edinburgh, Scotland
I was in a delightful pub near the Firth of Forth, which was a bit down from the city proper where I got talking with
a group of locals. One man said that Robert Louis Stevenson once wrote, Edinburgh is what Paris ought to be. But a
woman in the corner near a warming fire lovingly referred to Edinburgh as Auld Reekie. I found out this is Scots for
Old Smelly, which was still kept in circulation from the times they heated their homes with wooden and coal fires.
There is nothing more comfortable than a fire and something sweet to nibble.
After telling them of my journeys and the desserts I had tried, they all said I needed to try Scottish Black Bun.
Normally this is served on Hogmanay, which is Scots for New Year's Eve. However, Black Bun is enjoyed all year
round. They were rather insistent, which made me a bit fearful for what it might be. I was afraid it might be a pig’s
eye pudding, or worse. After a bit more encouragement, I began to think better of it, or rather a bit more
adventurously. So they brought out a large pastry that was topped with fancy roses made out of the flaky crust.
Inside it held a tight mix of raisins, currants, almonds and it smelled of cinnamon, all spice and brandy. I was very
excited, as the cold dark evening needed something bracing like this black bun.
I cut into a slice when the man with the Stevenson quote came around. He said, you’d recall that the poet Robert
Burns once said, then he stopped, scratched his head and looked far away as if searching for something deep within
his head. He began; it goes like this, something, something, something row, something, something, something in tow,
or words to that effect. I smiled and was thankful for the information. But the old woman near the fire got up and
shooed him away with a broom, saying, no one wants to be bothered by the poet Burns while they are having their
buns. She looked at me with a loving eye and touched my cheek, now eat up, there’s a good lad. And went back to
her fire and began to knit.
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Grytviken, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands
I hired a fishing boat to take me to Grytviken. The captain of the ship was very nice, an older Russian man with a
salt and pepper beard. He asked me why I was going to these islands. He scratched his beard and said hesitantly, you
do know that there are no permanent inhabitants on the islands and almost everything is shuttered. I started, what
do you mean? I asked. He calmed me down easily and told me I would find some accommodations, but why would I
go there this time of the year? Did I want to see the explorer Ernest Shackleton’s grave? I told him I hoped to visit
the museum, have dinner and maybe find out if there was anything special for dessert. He giggled, pointing to my
belly, maybe you should be not so worried for your dessert. We both laughed. Travel around the world takes its toll.
After we both came to the conclusion that his wise suggestion of, maybe I should want to go home, was the proper
course of action. I ate dinner with the crew. We had boiled salt potatoes with crab and corn. For dessert the captain
opened a can of peaches. He motioned with a wave of his hand, seeking my approval. My favorite I said, a real peach
of a peach. No he said, smiling, a real Georgia peach. The crew laughed for a few minutes over the very bad pun. We
drank black tea and sailed into the night, endeavoring back to my home.
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Cheese, Port & Exotic N uts
St. John of God
Patron saint of booksellers
Goes to AWP
For Bernie Rhodenbarr
The animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and
complete, gifted with extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are
not brethren; they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow
prisoners of the splendor and travail of the earth.
o Winterception
he's been an absolute tiger
Thick as thieves they
quest to tame the restive region
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o The democracy manqué
self-harm
meticulous
the art form that shapes the world
exuberance
o Cannibal cookies
Not too distant horizon
What do you want? I wanted so many things I couldn’t respond
Let me have a look at you.
Look noble and refined
Those that look bereft and in need, seldom receive it
o Cinnamon Acetaminophen
He has proved to be a broken reed
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o A true friend fact checks
embrace of midnight debauchery
sheer malarkey
raucous
escapements
dour and repressed
o Preposterous Prepositions
Great ideas take time, effort, and perseverance. There are countless dead ends and failures along the way
monkish or self-sacrificing
plummeted
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o Thought Violence
I’d rather speak to the cat
Perspicacity – synonyms: acumen, sagacity, discernment, shrewdness, insight, penetration, acuteness, and
clairvoyance. Someone who is perspicacious notices, realizes, and understands things quickly.
o Fourive / Fourevif
to a considerable extent or degree.
completely, wholly, or entirely.
actually, really, or truly.
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D essert
2 eggs
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
½ Teaspoon cardamom
½ cup sultanas
½ cup pistachios
Place the rice in a large mixing bowl and wash the rice under cold rice. This will wash off some of the starch of the rice allowing the
pudding to be a creamer texture. Put the rice, sugar, coconut milk, cream and salt in a heavy-bottomed pot. Cut a lengthwise slit down the
vanilla bean to open up the insides and add to the pot and bring to boil. Reduce the flame let the rice cook for 20 minutes, making sure to
stir frequently to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pan.
Beat eggs in a large mixing bowl until it is light, fluffy and a light lemon color. Add a cup of the rice mix to the eggs to temper them. Then
add the eggs to the creamy rice and whip vigorously so the eggs will not scramble. Cook on a low flame for five more minutes. Add the
spices, pistachios, and sultanas. Serve in a dessert bowl with a dollop of whipped cream.
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Geoffrey Gatza is the editor and Publisher of BlazeVOX [books]
and the author of eight books of poetry; Secrets of my Prison
House will be out in the Fall of 2010. Kenmore: Poem Unlimited
and Not So Fast Robespierre are now available from Menendez
Publishing. HouseCat Kung Fu: Strange Poems for Wild Children
is also available from Meritage Press. He lives in Buffalo, NY with
his girlfriend and two cats.
http://www.geoffreygatza.com/
http://www.blazevox.org