Stir Constantly Until Well-Blended
Sometimes you sit at the dining room table amidst the crumbs
And crack open the stack of cookbooks
You flip through the pages containing hearty fixin's, low-cal dinners, all-around crowd pleasers
One dish casseroles.
You scan photos for teasers of yummy things to come
Glossy 5X7s of the holiday roast in all its glory, the batch of cookies ready to surprise your neighbor with grace
Hand-drawn illustrations to lead you through the process
Just so.
You dream and conjure, read and imagine, visualize your shopping list
While you sip your coffee- Elbows pressing table top crumbs
Scratching down ideas
Boning up on your kitchen smarts
Sometimes you sit at the dining room table amidst an open stack of cookbooks
But sometime you have to walk into the kitchen
And cook.
And crack open the stack of cookbooks
You flip through the pages containing hearty fixin's, low-cal dinners, all-around crowd pleasers
One dish casseroles.
You scan photos for teasers of yummy things to come
Glossy 5X7s of the holiday roast in all its glory, the batch of cookies ready to surprise your neighbor with grace
Hand-drawn illustrations to lead you through the process
Just so.
You dream and conjure, read and imagine, visualize your shopping list
While you sip your coffee- Elbows pressing table top crumbs
Scratching down ideas
Boning up on your kitchen smarts
Sometimes you sit at the dining room table amidst an open stack of cookbooks
But sometime you have to walk into the kitchen
And cook.
paper lantern of the day Thursday, July 23, 2009
4 Comments:
Smiling with identification. Well said.
Erin, I love this! So pleased to have you offer up a poem! I'll put you in next week's links. :)
The details here conspire to make me feel a sense of sadness and longing.
Brilliant.
Erin, sweet, you've been featured today at High Calling Blogs.
So glad you wrote with us!
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