GRAPE, n.
Hail noble fruit!--by Homer soung,
Anacreon and Khayyam;
Thy praise is ever on the tongue
Of better men than I am.
The lyre my hand has never swept,
The song I cannot offer:
My humbler service pray accept--
I'll help to kill the scoffer.
The water-drinkers and the cranks
Who load their skins with liquor--
I'll gladly bare their belly-tanks
And tap them with my sticker.
Fill up, fill up, for wisdom cooks
When e'er we let wth wine rest.
Here's death to Prohibition's fools,
And every kind of vine-pest!
Jamrach Holobom.
The Devil's Dictionary
Ambrose Bierce
Recipe courtesy of Ina Garten
4 split ( 2 whole ) chicken breasts, bone-in, skin-on
Good olive oil
Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
1/2 C good mayonnaise
1 1/2 Tbl sp chopped fresh tarragon leaves
1 C small-diced celery (2 stalks)
1 C green grapes, cut in 1/2
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