Warm Cherries with Chocolate Mascarpone Cream

Quantities for 4 people
Time: 15 minutes

Stone 300g cherries into a heatproof tray, sprinkle lightly with sugar and place under grill for 15 minutes, and warm small bowls or plates to serve.

Meanwhile, take 200g mascarpone and mix in 1/4 teaspoon ground ginger and 2 teaspoons honey. Melt 50g of dark chocolate (easy method: microwave; or use a bain marie), mix well with the mascarpone.

Spoon out the mascarpone onto the center of each serving bowls/plate, sprinkle the hot cherries on top and pour over the (small amount of) cherry juice from the tray. Serve.

Option: after dividing the cherries flame a tablespoon of brandy and mix with the juice before pouring over.

Royalty - May this song minister to you this Christmas

Royalty

I was hungry, and you fed me
I was lost until you led me
From the misery of my own poverty
I knew nothing till you taught me
Your free gift of grace has brought me
The great riches of your kingly royalty

Chorus
Royalty, royalty
Thank you for your royalty
Though this song of mine's so terse
Every time you sing this verse
20p goes in my purse
From your royalty


Bought a guitar, learned to strum it
Wrote a tune so you could hum it
Then I had to find some words you'd love to hear
Words like 'love' and 'peace' and 'holy'
Then some rhymes like 'cease' and 'soul'....y
And a bit to sing up high - like this bit here

Chorus

Chorus (last time)
Royalty, royalty
I just love this royalty
I'm so glad, Lord, to know you
'Many mansions' - yes, it's true
It's not bad, what you can do
With the earnings that accrue
From ten songs and a year or two
Of royalty

Copyright © 2007 Jeremy Parsons

20p payable for each use :)

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Eat

The fruit was good, and sweet, and ripe
It pleased the eye, the mouth, the hand
As juices flowed that warmed my throat
I ate, and flesh gave way to flesh
As what grew treasure now was food
I tasted, and declared it good

And now I truly know the sweet,
For sweet it was, and ripe, and good,
And sweet the sharing that we had
This first we could call ours alone
So all fruit else at last we know
Is less, is loss, is least, is low

Now all our labour shows itself
Misguided, for our hands have worked
To plant the seed of bitter herbs
To train the branch for sour fruit
And all because we have believed
The one in whom we were deceived

No lie will stand against the truth
No one is just, not even one
All power, seen rightly, is abuse
At last, at last our eyes see clear.
Footsteps betray him that draws nigh:
Our faithless master come to spy