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My Favorites of Gram’s Recipes

Gram’s Gluten-Free Green Bean Pot Pie

Gluten Free Biscuit Topping:

2 cups GF all purpose flour  1 1/2 tsp baking soda ½ tsp cream of tartar 1 tsp dried rosemary 1 tsp dried sage 1 tsp dried thyme 1 tsp sugar  ¾ cup sliced butter 1 ½ cups buttermilk Pinch of salt and pepper

Directions:

Mix the dry ingredients (everything except the butter and buttermilk) in a large bowl or food processor.

Add butter and evenly incorporate into dry mix

Mix in buttermilk until dough forms into a ball (can be refrigerated at this point for later)

Divide the dough into 1 inch balls and smash them to a quarter inch thickness

Set aside for later.

Green Bean Filling:

1 lb fresh green beans chopped 4 T butter 1 small onion diced 8 ounces mushrooms sliced 2 tsp dried thyme 5 T GF all purpose flour 3 C chicken broth 2 C heavy cream 1 cup prepared fried onions

Directions:

Preheat oven to 375 degrees

Melt the butter in an oven safe skillet over medium heat. 

Sautee the onion until softened. 

Incorporate mushrooms and thyme and cook, stirring occasionally, until browned.

Add the flour and stir until well mixed. Season with salt and pepper. 

Gradually whisk in the chicken broth and half-and-half while stirring constantly breaking up any lumps. 

Simmer, stirring occasionally, until slightly thickened, about 5 minutes.

Stir in the green beans.

Cover the top with the prepared biscuit topping and bake 30-35 minutes.

Sprinkle top with onions and bake 5 minutes to brown

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Take Me

"Do you want to have sex?" The words escaped my mouth without a thought.

Her response was not what I expected, her nose scrunching in a mix of defiance and thought. "I don't want to be doted on; I'm not looking for romance," she stated, locking her gaze with mine, a spark of sassiness twinkling in her green eyes.

"Oh, I have no intention of doting." My voice was lower than expected, almost gravely. "I want to push you up against the wall and watch as your eyes beg me to take you."

Her lips curled inward. A moment of surprise flickered across her face, quickly replaced by a intrigued smile. "Oh?" she said, her voice tinged with curiosity and something more.

My own mind swirled with the idea, unsure of her true feelings. But I went for it; I hooked an arm around her waist, and when she didn't protest, I ran my free hand through her hair. Holding her body against mine, I lifted her onto her toes, pressing her against the wall.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, her body relaxing in my arms. "Take me to the bed," she whispered.

Almost before she completed the sentence, I hoisted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me. She was so tiny. I hardly had to try to lift her.

I put her down beside the bed to take in the moment. She reached for the buttons on her shirt to undress, but I stopped her. "What do you think you're doing?" I questioned. Without further explanation, I ripped the buttons right off the shirt. Her skin shimmered like moonlight on a calm lake.

She shivered both of a chill and anticipation. I spun her around, and held her to me as I pulled us both onto the bed, I on my back and her on my chest. Her hands pressed against my chest and I nibbled on her lower lip, pulling her closer to me. Her fingers settled on my cheeks letting me know she was as into this as I, so I rolled on top of her, spreading her legs and settling myself between them.

Her head fell delightedly into the pillows, and her eyes met mine, pleading. "That's the look I was waiting for," I started. A hint of annoyance pulled at the corners of her mouth, but I continued, "Tell me what your eyes want."

She did not hesitate to answer now. The words fell from her mouth like she had just been waiting for me to ask. "Take me."

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It doesn't have a basic category or a simple title or an easy label.

It doesn't come up in conversation nor is it easy to explain, not even withinthebrain.

Sometimes it's hard to imagine, like a secret you don't want to keep.

Not a secret to be concealed, but an essence begging to be unveiled,

It is a whisper in the wind, an earworm melody, a ghost that dances in the shadows.

A puzzle without edges, a riddle with no solution, a paradox that defies definition,

It lingers in the silence, yet resonates in the chaos, a symphony of the intangible.

It's an elusive muse that sparks the fires of the depths of a possibility.

So let it linger in the spaces between words, a mystery waiting to unfold,

A sentiment, a presence, a truth thats read between the lines.

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In certain moments I think I can rely on you.

At times, I want to count on you.

Some days it seems like you might care.

But then, I see, that you always come first.

I am reminded that this is on your terms.

Recognition hits, eventually.

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Doggos

Tail wag, tail wag, tail wag Three Labrador sisters frolic, A tri-colored rainbow of fluff and fur.

A chocolatey woofer, rich and warm, Coat glistening like melted cocoa, Running circles like a caffeinated squirrel.

A shiny black lab as dark as night, Sleek and swift, a shadowy food thief, Her bark a bold proclamation of joy.

A sunshiny, yellow lab majestic and bold, Perched on the couch, her royal thrown, Always hoping for a nice butt scratch.

They snuggle and tumble like any siblings, All chaos and mischief and mayhem, A trio of sweetness with love in their hearts.

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Card Laid Card Played

The cards don't lie, a subtle affair, Your gaze, a whisper, calling to my core. At your appropriately inappropriate smile, my heart skips a beat, Forbidden love, the cards are shown.

Across the table, my wife's unaware, Dealing the cards of commitment. Yet in your eyes, a burning, glowing allure, An unspoken notion of temptation.

Your inappropriateness, a delicious hand of cards, That plays on my tells and tugs at my heart. This fleeting romance, a dangerous game. In this moment, we both betray.

Taboo desires, like cards on the table, But as the game plays out, we must conceal our hand, For in this room of cards and deceit, Our secret remains: the truth of what we both feel.

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Strength in Storms

I can breath as the raindrops fall. I can think in the white noise of the downpour. I can scream as loud as the rolling thunder. I am as strong as the thunderstorm. I am as free as the clouds drifting overhead. I am as fierce as the lightning flashing across the sky. I will endure.

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A self-assured human, Standing tall in my own mind, Self-reliant, unwavering, Rooted in my own strength.

I don't seek to control, No insecurities when he's with her, Touches her, desires her- I don't feel the need.

But in the stillness of his gaze, A quiet wonder: Does he feel the absence, The lack of fuss, of fight?

Is there a shadow of doubt, A whisper of not enough, In his heart, as I stand confident? In my calm, does he find unrest?

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Halcyon

The chariot may glide on roads of silk, the manor rise on high, A partner's grace may warm the heart 'neath moonlit, starry sky. But if within the breast doth beat a heart that yearns for more, No earthly gain, no treasure trove, can calm the spirit's roar.

So look beyond the grand facade and riches that thou hold, Discover wealth in empathy or tales of brave and bold. For happiness is not a path, nor destination clear, It's found in understanding and holding loved ones dear.

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kisses linger passion simmers breathing heavy skin against skin nibbles on necks eyes entranced hands grasping hearts enamored desire builds

time pauses

nipples tingle bodies ache member throbbing souls searching fingers exploring bodies merging skin glistens words unspoken emotions collide

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Words once swirled at the edge of my thoughts, elusive, yet burning with promise. I was a fly on the wall, expressionless, gazing into the shell of my soul. What I yearned to say, to scream into the void, just words consumed by isolation. The irony of my mind overflowing, the words bubbling to the top of the pot, and then dripping, oozing, over the edge consumed by the flames. Yet, I learned to enjoy the silence, to take in the beauty of the wind, and the rain, and the thunder, to love the power of thoughts and to accept the confines of language. Some days, my soul hides in the shadows, grasping for words among the chaos and madness, but at times, my mind is peaceful and quiet, a place of gratitude and acceptance, where words, though absent, speak the loudest.

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Beach Business

A business man he was, properly dressed in his suit and tie, a top hat rightfully donned atop his head. And there he sat, rather relaxed, his legs outstretched in a beach chair. The waves calmly kissed the sand, as the business man quietly gazed, at the vast horizon, miles across the ocean. A business man was he, his dress shoes speckled with sand. His chair, half-sunk, bore witness to the real weight of his world. Yet here, mere yards from the shade of the baby blue beach umbrella, a business man sat, relaxed. Photo inspo @premier-regard

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📷by i_digistuff [ɪɢ]

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Silvery Haze

In the stillness of the mist-shrouded morning, a damp cement walkway stretches its solitary path through the heart of the park, glistening like a polished mirror under the gentle touch of raindrops. Towering elms of darkness flank either side, their gnarled branches reaching out as if to catch the fog that hangs in the air like a cloak of secrecy.

In the foreground, a lone dog sits in quiet contemplation, its fur speckled with droplets of moisture, eyes fixed on the figure in the distance. Engulfed in the haze, the solitary traveler moves with a sense of purpose, the silhouette a mere shadow in the swirling mist.

Each step along the dampened walkway echoes softly, leaving ringlets in the puddles along the path. The dog's ears perk up as it watches the figure draw nearer, tail flicking raindrops as it wags. The traveler stops, a smile spread across their face. Hand outstretched, the figure pats the dog's head as it prances in the silvery drizzle.

Photo inspo @paolo-streito-1264

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by @i_digistuff.

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Love Listens

Search forth for he who reads your mind Seek out the one who does everything right But be blind not to he who would do it all If only you communicate what you desire.

So look not for a mind that knows Without the guidance of your voice, But for a heart that listens close.

Find he who is willing to learn of you, To untangle the intricacies of your soul. In his eyes, you can only shine, A love that's pure and endless.

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Love a love with all your heart, Sing a song of soulful art, Time to time, it slips away, Live your life, each precious day.