It’s greenish for St Patrick’s Day, a day for festive boozing
And Garden Slugs are never slow for fun and song and shmoozing.
Tho’ no sane Slug has ever kissed the blessed Blarney Stone,
There is no lack of yakety-yak or puns to make you groan.
So put your shamrock on your button, your green shirt on your back,
and hit the road to Lorong L for beer or meal or snack.
We cannot know if leprechauns will serve you at your table
But we will cook a yummy feast and feed you what we’re able.
by Shireen Lim (a.k.a. resident Poet Slug)
Shireen is full-time mother, gardener, cook, baker and ice-cream maker, and Part-Time Slug. She is also the proud owner of a bright orange bicycle.
by Shireen Lim
Mary had a little lamb,
Some kind of fusion ‘pho’,
But she had longings for this dish
so to the Slug she’ll go.
Mary’s lamb is not for school,
Is not for faint of heart
Mary’s lamb is major food
for soul… and every body part.
Shireen is full-time mother, gardener, cook, baker and ice-cream maker, and part-time Slug. She cycles to TGS mostly weekdays mornings on a bright orange bicycle. If you look up “AWSUM” in the dictionary you’d see Shireen’s picture.
by Shireen Lim
How the Chowder Came to Be:
Cindy’s souper Golden Pumpkin Chowder
From the insides of her fancy carriage
Her thrifty godma (who never ever takes a powder),
While the girlie danced and dreamed of marriage,
transferred quickly to a large-ish pot.
From a giant book of magick potions,
a book well-thumbed, though dog-eared not,
and stained with ointments and sticky lotions
-but I digress- checked up a sekret recipe
the original and one and only pumpkin chowder
made to please a hungry girl or three.
As the midnight clock chimes loud and louder.
As we stir the sluggy soup pot with a sekret smile,
We have a friend who has a friend who knows
A thing or two about magick, and serve with style
Godmother’s soup passed off as Joe’s.
Come by weekday mornings to have a chit chat and/or poetry slam with former educator and now Resident Poet cum Barista, Shireen Slug 🙂
We’re not quite sure if this is a true story but it sure makes a good story, one you can re-tell at potluck dinners to come!
And so the story goes, a little old lady from Wisconsin had worked in and around her family dairy farms since she was old enough to walk, with hours of hard work and little compensation.
When canned Carnation Milk became available in grocery stores in the 1940s, she read an advertisement offering $5,000 for the best slogan.
The producers wanted a rhyme beginning With ‘Carnation Milk Is Best Of All.’
She thought to herself , I know everything there is to know about milk and dairy farms. I can do this! She sent in her entry, and several weeks later, a black car pulled up in front of her house. A large man got out, knocked on her door and said, “Ma’am, the President of Carnation milk absolutely LOVED your entry. So much, in fact , that we are here to award you $1,000 even though we will not be able to use it for our advertisements! He did, however, have one printed up to hang on his office wall.”
(here it is)
Every now and then on a slow day, the Young Slugs get cheeky when the Old Slugs come by for a meal with friends and family.
We always say “We’re not putting these online!” just in case our customers start to expect vegetable carvings in all our servings. But we think these centrepiece-worthy dishes beg to be published.
Thank you for trying to make our Boss Meals a little extra special.
Can anyone guess what these dishes are?