Fantasies and Fare

By Wally Ford

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453582183

Wally Ford

Born on November 7, 1957 in Augusta, Ga., I was raised an only child, by a single parent. My mother, Catherine Hollifield Ford instilled in me early in life that I could accomplish anything. I learned early to cook for myself, and having to grow up quickly, gave me the insight to put my feelings on paper. Over the years, with the help of family and friends, I have discovered a passion for cooking and writing poetry. In this book, I've combined the best of both worlds. It is my honor, and pleasure, to share with you all Fantasies and Fare.

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Fantasies and Fare

Wally ‘Gator’ Ford

Copyright © 2010 by Wally ‘Gator’ Ford.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2010914146

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4535-8217-6

                   Softcover                                 978-1-4535-8216-9

                   Ebook                                      978-1-4535-8218-3

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Contents

DEDICATION

POETRY ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

POETRY INTRODUCTION

A MOTHER’S LOVE

A STRANGER ON MY STOOP

A SUPERSTITIOUS PROPOSAL

DIFFERENT SIDES OF THE ROAD

DO YOU REMEMBER

DON’T TURN ME AWAY

FALL IS IN THE AIR

GIVE ME A SECOND GLANCE

HEAT WAVES DANCE

HER MEMORY STILL REMAINS

HOW CAN I TELL YOU

HOW DO YOU KEEP FROM BREAKING

I WONDER WHO’S SHOULDER

YOU’VE TURNED TO

I’M JUST A RAMBLER

IT SEEMS LIKE ONLY YESTERDAY

JUST GIVE ME A SIGN

LITTLE PHOENIX

MR. FUNNY MAN

MY BEST FRIEND

NO ONE EVER HEARD ME CRY

ON THE FARM

TAKING CARE OF THIS WORLD

THE BROKEN CHURCH BELL

THE DAYS I’VE LEFT BEHIND

THE FINAL CRY

THE FIRST DAY OF FISHING

THE GROWN UP TREE

THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE

THE MAN INSIDE

THIS WOMAN THAT I LONG FOR

THIS WORLD OF MAKE BELIEVE

THREE THINGS I KNOW

VAGABOND MAN

WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD

WHY COULDN’T I BEG YOU TO STAY

YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE FOR ME

RECIPE ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

RECIPE INTRODUCTION

BAKED BEANS

BARBECUE SAUCE

BEAN’S & FRANK’S

BLACK BEAN & CORN DIP

CAJUN PORK CHOPS

CATFISH PO’ BOY

CHICKEN AND SAUSAGE GUMBO

CHICKEN CREOLE DINNER

CHICKEN PIE

CHICKEN STEW

CHICKEN THAI STIR FRY

CHILI

CORN SALAD

CORNBREAD

CRANBERRY CHILI SMOKED

SAUSAGE BITES

CROCK POT STEW BEEF

DEVILED EGGS

GUMBO BURGERS

HAMBURGER SPANISH RICE

HAMBURGER VEGETABLE SOUP

HOT DOG CHILI

LEMON-DILL MAYONNAISE

MACARONI & CHEESE

PELICAN SAUCE

PORK, CABBAGE, & APPLE STEW

POTATO SALAD

POTATO SOUP

QUICK PEACH COBBLER

SALMON PATTIES

SHRIMP & OKRA GUMBO

SHRIMP BAKE

SHRIMP SCAMPI

SPICE RUB

STUFFED PORK CHOPS

TUNA MACARONI SALAD

TURKEY DRESSING

DEDICATION

This book is dedicated to my twin daughters Olivia Grace Ford, and Lydia Paige Ford. May they rest in peace.

POETRY ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to thank all the students and teachers I grew up with, without whom I wouldn’t have accomplished this feat.

POETRY INTRODUCTION

The fantasy section is a mere collection of the poems I’ve written over the years. They deal with many aspects of life, such as; love, friendship, heartache, and yes fantasy.

A MOTHER’S LOVE

Today is the day

To give thanks to the women;

Who’ve raised all the children,

And asked nothing be given.

From the day we are born

She is there by our sides;

She worries and frets,

And tans our hides.

A Mother can make

A stormy day bright.

A Mother will hold you,

When you cry at night.

A Mother is there

When you skin your knees.

A Mother will make you

Say thank you and please.

A Mother will teach us

The right from the wrong.

A Mother will rock us

With a lullaby song.

A Mother will give us

Her care and concern.

A Mother never asks

For a thing in return.

So as we grow older,

And stray far from home;

Let us all remember,

We are never alone.

A STRANGER ON MY STOOP

The raindrops drizzled down the window panes.

Puddles gathered beneath the downspout drains.

The lightening cracked as the thunder roared.

Who could that be knocking at my front door?

There’s a stranger on my stoop and he’s soaked to the skin.

Common sense said no, but my faith let him in.

His coat was all tattered and a little too small.

The shoes on his feet had no strings at all.

I brought him a towel to dry off his face.

I hung up his coat near the fireplace.

I’ve just baked some bread, I have butter and jam.

Would you like that and coffee, he said, thank you Ma’am.

He sat while he ate hardly saying a word.

He didn’t leave crumbs enough for a newborn bird.

When he finished he thanked me and offered his hand.

He said, I have nothing to pay, I said I understand.

I gathered up his dishes and started towards the sink.

I turned around quickly, but he was gone in a wink.

His coat was not there,