Of Cooks and Poets

Mothers and daughters talk,
Recalling recipes from long ago,
Of dishes made by women gone
To the grave, God rest their soul.
She, whose legacy is a recipe,
Her generosity and skill lingers
In minds as memorized by palates
Like words of poets on lovers’ lips.

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"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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2 Responses to Of Cooks and Poets

  1. Rob says:

    There are very few of those recipes in my family, although I have some recipes that started with my mother and ended with me (my daughter has never asked for them). The very idea is heart warming and the poem is beautiful.

    I think I have more recipes that passed three (or more) generations from my husband’s stepmother’s family.

    • Shainbird says:

      Cooking is so essential in daily life, perhaps less today as more people are eating out. So these type of legacies may be rare as time goes by, sadly. Thanks Rob.

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