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Hi, my name is Ted Onulak. I am happy to serve helium as the Wine Steward for the Food and Drink channel. Many thanks to the Food Team for their support.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Silence: 1 of 201
As silent as flowers in a vaseTaking quiet sips of waterWordlessly counting their last remaining daysSilent as the sunbeamsThat glide noiselessly through the windowEscaping the cold white worldTo kiss the bloom of springProphesized for a distant tomorrowThe empty house stands muteDevoid of tears and laughterAll voices have... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ancient cities: 1 of 96
Once in an ancient cityBy a river with water sweetA fisherman pulled his bursting netWith his young son at his feetThe boy played on a bamboo fluteA song so clear and trueHis fingers firm and tone so clearAs his father showed him toThe fisherman sighedWith a father's prideAs the small boat drifted homeHe smiled and gently lis... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Creativity: 1 of 74
When the vase is broken and nature has done her worstThe potter smiles and makes anotherNo stronger than the firstIt is new and glowingUnconscious of it's worthIt stands there showingBeauty and its curseFor when the vase is broken and Nature does her worstThe potter forms another from a bucket full of earthThe new one stands ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Snapshots: 2 of 100
I found a box of photographsWorn and sepia-tonedFunny old snapshotsOf distant times long goneA picture of my motherDressed in a man's coat and hatCollar pulled up around her neckFlashing eyes under Motorman's capA moment that seemed hysterically funnyAmong the piles of bombed out bricksA snapshot of the end of warWith my fath... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Handle with care: 4 of 126
I've not yet figured outAs I study your lovely faceIf you are a ticking bombOr a fragile porcelain vaseIf you are just a warm spring rainThat will briefly passOr the eye of a hurricaneLeaving ruin and broken glassDid you get everything you ever wanted?And nothing that you neededFrom lovers that you sent awayAfter they cried a... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: My great, true, personal garden story: 18 of 393
I never knew a man who loved growing things more than my Dad. He was from the fertile Black Soil region of Ukraine and lived most of his young life in the fields. In every home we lived in, his first act would be to plant a fruit tree that he fussed over more than us boys. But our poor postage stamp back yards could h... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 7 of 142
Yes, my loveI hear youBefore you even speakLike the music I hear in my handsBefore they play a noteTake but a breath, my loveAnd I will understandFor your heart reveals all to meEverything you areSleep, my loveSo that I may share your dreamsLet me guide your dream ship safeTo a heavenly land of peaceYes, my loveI hear youNo m... More..
Food & Drink > Wine How to pair wines with food: 1 of 20
The more the fascination with food and wine grows in me, the more I ponder the question; did wine of a region evolve to compliment the regional food or did the food evolve to compliment the local wine. There is no simple answer to my opening statement, as to which came first. Surely the consumption of food predates the produc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The state of my heart: 4 of 75
In a deserted freight yard Where the cold wind blows through the rust Queen Anne's flower stubbornly thrives Amidst the wrack and dust Like an impossible living snowflake Floating over these forgotten wastes Its rough stem stands defiant And binds it to this place Its root has driven through the rock Where ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Little things: 7 of 126
There is not a lot of differenceBetween the humble and the greatIt may just boil down to Being early or being lateA hundredth of a second separatesA champion from a chumpOr the time it takes one to decideTo get up off their rumpA perfect ripe tomatoWith which you can't find faultMight taste a whole lot betterWith just a littl... More..