Thursday, April 16, 2009

At Suppertime, I Muse On My Crock Pot

My parents are still here due to the snow
That's falling fatly on us in Cheyenne
And to my invitation to do so;
Round Two of hospitality's the plan.
It's cocktail hour as I start to wind up
The preparation of our fine repast:
A chicken dish with apples I've lined up
Since 'round the crack of noon. I cut up fast
An onion and some garlic cloves; I thawed
Some frozen chicken and some orange juice;
I mixed that juice with spices and, no fraud
Dumped all into a crock pot, turning loose
The slow heat on the food, right then, at noon.
Now to add in some apples; ready soon!

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