FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION – MOTHER(-IN-LAW)’S COOKING 16 October 202013 October 2020 / Poetic Bloomings WRITE A LIST POEM: “9 REASONS TO EAT YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW’S COOKING.” Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
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Truly, I’d say eat whatever she cooks
because one day she’ll be gone.
She and her recipes, written down
in disintegrating leather-bound books,
pages held in-situ with rubber bands,
recipes written in foreign words and
in quick short back-slanting strokes,
in measurements that require
her grandmother’s chipped teacup,
and a another measurement often
referred to as a scant knife edge,
and to knead dough until springy
means to do so with fused-arthritic
fingers poised like a panther.
She’s gone now, gone with her
recipes that she kept in her head,
secret ingredients coded, omitted,
that scant knife edge hid out of sight.
But I have her pots, I have her pans,
her favourite wooden spoon, and
great-grandmother’s chipped teacup.
And I have her leather-bound book.
But not those secret ingredients.
I could not tell you
for I have never eaten
I tell you no lie
I’m not sure she even cooks
that’s okay with me
Kept Cooking Into Her 80’s
– My mom could tender a brisket every time. My sister
and I have given up.
– If you like your stuffed cabbage sweet and sour, Mom’s tang
– Crispy fried chicken? She learned from a southerner
while Dad was stationed in Ft. Jackson.
– Remember homemade french fries? Yup, she made them from
– Love turkey with stuffing? You would moan in delight
over Mom’s two specialties–chestnut and cornbread.
– Mom taught us how to bake original Toll House chocolate chip
cookies. We would try to eat them before they cooled.
– Years ago, I loved her chopped liver, hand ground in an old
steel grinder. Secret ingredient: seltzer.
– Though Dad called it rabbit food, Mom’s salad ingredients
differed. Sometimes you’d find chopped scallions, or
radishes, or thin sliced red onion.
– She would be so hurt if I didn’t.
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