This recipe was concocted in a fevered fit of insanity and I figured that this would be the only appropriate way of presenting it, enjoy:
*Once upon a midnight dreary, working till my eyes were bleary,
I stumbled through the kitchen door.
While I rustled, stomach rumbling, muttering, cursing, swearing grumbling,
the goal, to sate my inner carnivore.
Here is something, something in my freezer door,
only this and nothing more.
Ah discovered meat of porcine, ground to a convenient portion,
a scant half block upon my door.
Eagerly I searched the tomes of wisdom, sages from the cooking canon,
but from my books was only sorrow, sorrow that I must endure.
For perfect partner to my porcine,
was not in my pantry anymore.
The tomes all said “pork with mango”, the taste will make you want to tango,
alas no mango hanging from my pantry door.
I spied my eyes on fruit of kiwi, the goal is pork that’s sweet and chewy,
surely this works even more.
The dinner shall be Pork and Kiwi,
twill be this and nothing more.
Presently my soul grew stronger, hesitating then no longer,
in the bowl the both were poured.
Middle stem was tough fibrous, pick it out and in the rubbish,
and do make sure the meat is thawed.
Unappetizing in appearance,
it looked like that and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, I feared the meal as unappealing,
while looking at refrigerator door.
Sauce of chilli, salt and pepper,
add you this and nothing more.
“But more?”, This I whispered and an echo murmured back the word,
“No more!” Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the bowl a mixing, now I have all of my fixings,
“please taste good” I did implore.
Mould it so you have a patty, heat the pan with something fatty,
it makes sure sticking is no more.
Let my heart be still a moment,
this food indeed I must explore.
Once the pan is hot and smoking, the windows open or you’ll be choking,
add the patty, do nothing more.
60 seconds wait no touching, the surface of the meat is crusting,
wait this long and not a second more.
Flip the meat and season carefully,
flipped and seasoned, nothing more.
Once the middle pink not showing, on the plate, it will be going,
a side of salad, nothing more.
Peering with some trepidation, a prayer of mindless recitation,
“please god let this dish taste better than those before!”
The memories of past abominations,
all chanting to me “Make no more!”
The meal quickly I did devour, I watched my tastebuds begin to flower,
the taste I simply did adore.
The sweet and meaty flavours contrasted, to make a meal I wish had lasted,
all the night and forevermore.
For Pork and Kiwi is divine in flavour,
here and now and forever more.
Fortune smiled upon my combo, as unlikely as it was to conjure,
something my fevered imagination drifted ashore.
The contrast made the dish compelling, each flavour note was telling,
both fruit and meat yet not as before.
The fortune of an unlikely combo,
twas good fate and nothing more.
So now my eyelids are all bleary, writing poems doth make me weary,
as I fumble, stumble to the door.
Silently, I curse my project, so hard to make it perfect,
there’s only so many words that end in “oor”.
I bid adieu to all you readers,
read this far and nothing more.*
–Shalmanese
but as always stopped at the members :smack: 
