12. Take a picture of your favorite food and drink (or restaurant)

I have a photo of our coffeepot, too, but photobucket and my dad's bandwidth hogging program hate me tonight. I love warm, spiced apple things in general, though this crisp stuff was too sweet.
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(yesterday's poem of choice)
Structure
Today, I dug up some old bones
Shoving away weight of earth,
Brushing off a good crust of it
And set them out, piece by piuece
To review.
Whose are these bones? I ask myself.
They are mine. I can feel them dry and chilled
Though in my own body I am warm.
They are a pirate's.
They are some lost victim of time and--
Was this a graveyard?
My mind wonders, feeling out where they go.
They are not all here.
I cannot see it all.
I mutter to myself over this skeleton
And feel my own years like the mantle of a witch.
I will touch more bones than these,
Now I have the nerve.

I have a photo of our coffeepot, too, but photobucket and my dad's bandwidth hogging program hate me tonight. I love warm, spiced apple things in general, though this crisp stuff was too sweet.
***
(yesterday's poem of choice)
Structure
Today, I dug up some old bones
Shoving away weight of earth,
Brushing off a good crust of it
And set them out, piece by piuece
To review.
Whose are these bones? I ask myself.
They are mine. I can feel them dry and chilled
Though in my own body I am warm.
They are a pirate's.
They are some lost victim of time and--
Was this a graveyard?
My mind wonders, feeling out where they go.
They are not all here.
I cannot see it all.
I mutter to myself over this skeleton
And feel my own years like the mantle of a witch.
I will touch more bones than these,
Now I have the nerve.
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Date: 2010-11-14 05:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-11-14 03:07 pm (UTC)From:I'm just using apples we got a bushel of, and they're not the baking apples of choice, and this recipe just kind of revealed the flaws. Stuff I'm only sweetening a little, and putting a lot of spice in, just hodge-podge style, taste fine, but this one called for enough sugar it formed a sort of filling...
I've always loved this kind of dessert, but only recently started making them for the family myself, since my mom doesn't usually do desserts of any kind...
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Date: 2010-11-15 06:18 am (UTC)From:that poem--has a great deal of potential.
though, see also: Digging, that one poem by that one guy.
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Date: 2010-11-15 04:22 pm (UTC)From: