Sunday, January 23, 2011


The word today is 'PREMEDITATED':

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  1. Premeditated Pasta :

    Take your favourite recipe book, and sit cross-legged on the floor on a dharma mat, with the recipe book unopened.

    Close your eyes and turn the palms of your hands face upwards.

    Find your still, peaceful centre. Breathe deeply and slowly, concentrating on each inward and each outward breath.

    Meditate on the fruitfulness of nature : the riches of the seas, the fruits of the trees, the harvests of the land, the abundance of creation.

    Do this for 30 minutes.

    Then get up, throw any old ingredients together into a pan, and serve with a smile :-)

  2. Premeditated Belgian Beef

    Sometimes when I'm stewing in childhood memories I pick up a pound of onions, peel them with contact lenses in so as not to tear up, brown cubes of beef, add salt, pepper, and thyme and bay leaf. I let it simmer for a couple of hours. It never fails to make my mood tender and sweet.

    Bon appétit!

  3. Premeditated Martini

    Fill a martini glass with ice and water. Let sit it for 5 minutes. Meanwhile hack an olive into as tiny bit as possible; atomize it with your knife, get out all your aggression about the pinhead who ordered this drink.

    Fill a shaker with an ice. Pour out the glass. Dry the glass with a paper towel holding only the stem. Curse the customer who ordered the drink.

    Swirl dry vermouth around the glass and flick it out of the glass. Did you hit the customer with vermouth? You did not do that deliberately, did you? Add the olive puree to the glass.

    Take 2.5 oz of gin, not that bottom shelf stuff. Mister High-and-Mighty wants good stuff. Grab the Bombay Sapphire – he thinks that is top-shelf. Oh, he smiled, that smug bastard. Pour it into the shaker. Shake using your whole arm. See he is watching your bicep ripple. He is smiling again. You smile back knowing he thinks you are just a piece of meat. He’s wondering if $200 could by himself an hour of paradise with me. Fricking CHEAP Bastard!

    Put the glass in front of the customer. Pour the gin through the strainer. Make sure there are teeny-tiny ice particles on top. Look you poured and it stopped right at the rim. He’s frowning. You wanted overage in a shot glass. Fangool, you ordered a martini not a martini plus.

    Tell him that will be $13.00. He looks shocked. He protests. Take out the citrus knife. The one you used for 2 hours prepping lemon and limes before shift because the owner is cheap. Stab the bloody wanker through the carotid artery.

    And that is how you make a Premeditated Martini.

  4. My tweeter RT's are premeditated: I meditate after each one of them.