pico de gallo

Tres ingredientes simplemente me-o my-o. 

Son of a gun we'll have big fun pico de gallo. 

Precious dots. I'm telling you, one of these little dots falls into a crack in the wet earth as weeds do BLAM tomato vines growing all over the place. 

Here, let me show you. These were dropped into wet dirt five days ago.

Chile seeds placed in between tomato seeds, as a checkerboard. The tomatoes all popped out before the chiles. Seeds from food, so they are the things I already eat and so filled with life just sitting there dry and dying, just dying, for someone to be nice to them, and when you do they explode out of the dirt with such amazing show of force then continue to demonstrate irrepressibly what they are made of, what they are created to do. 

homemade soda crackers, New England clam chowder

Milk in moats and butter boats with little clams a divey.
Cayenne'll add a hue, wouldn't do.

Cilantro boasts some offbeat notes and soda crackers jivey.
Potatoes endue a stew leeks do too.

macaroni, old English cheese, Virginia ham

Sandwich ham. Virginia ham to make it sound special. Old English is the same as Velveeta or Cheese Whiz with a little something extra. There is nothing old nor English about it.

A cup of béchamel is prepared with dry mustard and chile powder, the cheese melted into it then an egg tempered in depending on how hot the mixture by then. Macaroni cooked to medium hard so that it finishes inside the oven added to the béchamel and cheese mixture. Panko bread crumbs stirred with melted butter sprinkled on top, baked at 350℉ until cheese on top and breadcrumbs toast.

Macaroni and cheese is not a thing my mum made but I did have this at various schools and always did like it. 

My mum made macaroni with Polish sausage and loose tomato sauce and I never did like that meal. I ate it but disliked every bite. Everything about it was wrong. So few elements, each one wrong, synergistically wrong together. Mum was surprised to hear of this bad attitude, all along she thought it one of our favorites.

creamy corn polenta, duck and pork sausage, egg with jalapeño and gruyere cheese

You know how you end up with hundreds and hundreds of little seeds all over that you haven't a good place to plant so they accidentally get dropped in other people's gardens, their irrigated plots, other people's careful little areas who you don't even know with mixed things, their corporate planters and their private window boxes? Well, I finally figured out where all those seeds are coming from, things like this! There were about fifteen tomato seeds laying around too. 

egg, beans, tomato breakfast

Featuring the highly anticipated and very rare and lucky double-yolk egg, an exceedingly fortunate H2 offspring from two H1 Siamese twin chickens, one of them a unibody chicken with two heads. Had the chick from this egg survived as a conjoined chicken and grown and proven viable and be female and mated with another similar H2 offspring, then her eggs would be reliably four-yolked eggs with somewhat bizarre qualities having to do with hormone balance and appropriate only for emperors. There are no emperors anymore so such an impossible conflict cannot occur and for this reason all further H2 double-chicken double-yolk egg experiments are presently closed. <--- Contains no less than 1% truth.