Friday, November 29, 2024

Dreaming Of The Ether...

Dreaming Of The Ether...

Credit: Google Gemini prompted illustration (Prompt by Dan Stafford)

I listen,

To the depth of ethereal music,

Drifting,

Without a single step toward the stars,

I live within the cosmos,

The cosmos lives within me,

Intertwined,

Quantum entangled with everything,

The Bang we all came from,

No matter how far-flung,

Everything is us,

We are everything,

An infinite sea of universes,

In this one we're alive,

For when we take the suit off,

We'll see all the seas,

A drop in the Matrix.


AquarianM


By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 11/28/2024


Thursday, November 28, 2024

Added Some Cousins to 3 Sisters Mushroom Dance...

Added Some Cousins to 3 Sisters Mushroom Dance...


Added:

  • 2 small boxes raisins
  • 1 can great Northern beans
  • 1 can mixed vegetables 
  • 1 can sliced carrots 
Another  time, I want to cut up and add a smaller sweet potato.

This is the first time I'm cooking this in the slow cooker. I plan to cook it on low for about five hours.

Currently, it's layered, with the "rawest" vegetables like chopped golden potatoes and onions at the bottom.

About halfway through, I'll mix it thoroughly. 

However, it needs to cook down some. As you can see, my mid-size crokpot is full. 

I think next time, I'll use the large oval crockpot.

Happy Thanksgiving! 🦃 

Regards,

Dan

Sunday, November 24, 2024

Sweet Apple-Raisin Polish & Sauerkraut Slow-Cooker Delight

This Autumn favorite is delicious and healthy.

Preparation is very simple and easy 

Cut 2 packages polska kielbasa cut in 3" segments (fully-cooked) and place around the bottom of the crockpot.

Core 2 apples and spread out atop the kielbasa. 

Sprinkle one box of raisins over the apples and kielbasa. 

Spread one jar of sauerkraut on top of apples and kielbasa. 

Sprinkle a second box of raisins on top of sauerkraut. 

Add 4-5 tablespoons of brown cane sugar on top.

Add 1/4 cup water.

Cook on low three hours and serve.

Regards,

Dan

Thursday, November 21, 2024

Three Sisters Mushroom Dance Stew...

Cook in deep-sided non-stick frying pan with lid

1 apple cored & chopped. 
1 can sweet corn
1 sweet yellow onion chopped 
1 yellow Summer squash chopped
6 baby bella mushrooms chopped 
1 can black beans 
4 small golden potatoes chopped 
Olive oil, butter (Irish grass-fed dairy) - Drizzle olive oil across the majority of the pan, maybe 1/4 cup. Three large pats of butter.
Sprinkle liberally with paprika 
Onions and potatoes and apple, squash on the bottom.
Saute for awhile to mostly cook the raw veggies. (30 minutes or so with top on pan) stir with wooden spoon or spatula a couple of times.
Add cream of mushroom soup and fully-cooked chicken apple sausage cut in 2" sections.
Simmer until fully cooked. (40 minutes with top on pan) stir with wooden spoon or spatula a couple of times.

I'll let you know how it turns out.

Experimental, my concoction.

All ingredients are available at Aldi.

Top with crumbled feta or white cheddar cheese curds when serving.

Regards,

Dan

Update:

Fully-cooked chicken-apple sausage

Cream of mushroom soup

Ready to serve


The flavor is very slightly sweet, but mostly savory. Wonderful, also good cold. Reminiscent of Panera Autumn Squash soup in flavor, but less sweet and more savory.

Thursday, November 14, 2024

All Ghosts Day...

All Ghosts Day...

They lived among us,
Most can see them,
Yet they forget,
Until birthday time.

Every word left behind,
Pictures of happier times,
Rants and delights,
These electric ghosts,
I loved how they haunt us,
Remembered.

I'm leaving Ghost Town.
It's not safe here anymore.
Might never be again.

I'll take pictures of my memories,
List them the day after Halloween,
Call it All Ghosts Day,
A yearly reminder.

Even banished from the land of memories,
I will never forget,
Not them or why.

What better day,
The day pumpkin faces go to compost.

AquarianM 

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/13/2024

Sunday, October 27, 2024

In My Shoes...



In My Shoes...

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

They might just do,
Things the way I do.

You never know,
Always guessing,
How much is true,
Like some dream,
That you tried to grow,
Turned and flew,
Somewhere in a sky shaded blue.

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

You learn to keep,
Or just sweep,
It all deep down,
Swept under the carpet,
Turn that frown,
Upside down,
Walk another mile or two,
'Cause sometimes it's good for you.

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

Back in the day,
That was the way,
Something too forgotten,
When forgetting is rotten,
A way we need to teach,
While we reach,
For the Sun.

If everybody walked,
In my shoes,
For maybe,
Just a mile or two...

AquarianM 

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/27/2024

Sunday, October 20, 2024

Autumn Ghosts In Amber...

Autumn Ghosts In Amber...

I want to find the latchkeys of time,
Unlock the molasses of linear,
Burst into the circle of infinity,
And find the box of everything there is to know.

Today's radio dials don't glow 🌟 warmly as they used to do,
No humming tubes in the vapor of a haptic universe,
The binary of dualty mind-glued to our hands,
Filled with Autumn 🍁 ghosts caught in amber.

I tune in an ethereal channel,
Like a wind up ghost fairy,
Her voice mists through my ears and transports me,
Mazzy Star ⭐ ✨ is Fading,
Leaving me haunting the dimension of poetry and undermind.

I will slip on a drumbeat,
Fly onto a wall somewhere back in time,
Listen like a spy to the past-due plans of Pleadean gods...

Somewhere after the witching hour,
I will walk the land of dreams to a drumbeat,
Wandering eternity like a poet,
Dribling of words of the source,
This bare trickle that freezes up in the Winter hours of my mostly mundane life.

Mostly...

AquarianM 

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/20/2024

Saturday, October 19, 2024

In Ten Thousand Years...

In Ten Thousand Years...

Will anyone remember me,
In ten thousand years?

Don't we all wish they would?

Will anyone remember Thunder Pumpkin or Lotus in ten thousand years?

Hah! Will anyone remember Elvis and fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches in ten thousand years?

Will they petrify a pile of PBB's like pyramid stone?

They say Earth has another 900 million years of supporting life.

Like Kansas sang,
Dust, dust, dusty windy.

What *might* matter is the echo of our presence, faint as butterfly wings in a hurricane.

To quote an old friend,
Have a peanut butter sandwich.
Maybe fried with bananas.

I think love being the biggest part of my echo sounds good,
Dancing down the canyons of time.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/18/2024

Sunday, October 13, 2024

Mental Twinkies For Nerds...

Mental Twinkies For Nerds... 

Magazines on glorious glossiuss paper,
In hand at a bookstore coffee shop,
Triple-shot latte and oatmeal-raisin cookie,
Slightly warmed.

Atlantis Rising with everything from alternative energy to ancient Egyptians in the Grand Canyon,
Races of ancient giants and lost pyramids in Eastern Europe.

Nexus with much of the same plus aliens and quantum physics,
Don't forget the occasional dinosaur.

Ancient American with copper mining in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan four thousand years ago,
Hebrew fortresses in down-State Indiana in 50 BC.

Be it biblical mysteries or libraries under the paw of the Sphinx,
Electrical power plants inside the Great Pyramid at Giza,
Or even hints at finding Atlantis,
I am in geeks' Heaven.

The hours are mere minutes,
And I am an arm-chair Indiana Jones in the temple of Caffeine,
The Eterniverse laid bare at my feet.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/10/2019

Thursday, October 10, 2024

Don't Waste Autumn Leaves...

Don't Waste Autumn Leaves... 

A leaf wafts down spinning,
Slowly winding about,
Twisting color ,
Weaving through,
Waltzing the breath-misted Autumn air,
One among many,
Myriad,
No one can see them all,
In all appearance endless,
Timeless,
Paintbrush stroke in a masterpiece of infinity.

The leaf's time may be done,
Yet you are the one,
Knower of the nature of clocks.

Leaves fell before you,
They dance wind-swept past your feet,
A fractal bit of inconsequence,
As will more long after Winter has let you go.

I would whisper this to homeless kings,
But they already know.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/10/2020
Regards,

Dan

Wednesday, September 25, 2024

Warped...

Warped...

Time and space and mind,
Swirled across the mists of eternity I wander,
Looking for the wisdom of the ages,
Breathing in the tides of infinity,
I look out to the horizon and see things as they are now,
Yet when I look up or down or off into space,
As they could be should be would be,
If there were any heart in the logic,
Reality wouldn't be so...warped.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/31/2010

Minibike Summer Haiku...

Minibike Summer Haiku...

I just put in gas.
The minibike moves summer fast.
Speed bought for a dime.

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/19/2000
Author's Comments

My eighth birthday present was a lawn mower engine minibike. I lived in Genoa, NE. I had trails all over and roads with nothing but cornfields for company of gravel. 1970 and a childhood dream come true. (& it cost 10 cents to fill the tank)

Friday, May 24, 2024

Flying For Fish...


Flying For Fish...

It's Fryday night,
For a boy from Cheeseland,
No time for beer and brats,
That's Saturday afternoon,
Don'tchya kno,
Bring me all that crispy gold,
Like my Mom's days of old,
On a plate with tartar and lemon,
And make no bones,
About it,
It's Fryday night,
And,
I'm flying for fish.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/24/2024