A Used “Better Homes and Gardens” Cookbook
I. A Well Used Cookbook
I found myself with large Zucchini squash
in basket along with onion and chive
dried Thyme and Parsley with bitter Endive
some apples for a pie after a wash.
At home I have an old ham hock frozen
to throw in pot with split peas for a soup
when yeast bubbles, roll sourdough for group,
some homemade bread and soup to create zen.
To sit and hold hands in prayer to dine
around the table with our humble feast
this world of food is where we live right now
with thoughts of God and odors of divine,
find time to waft from bowl, our napkins creased
with spoons in hand laugh as we eat our chow.
II. A Home Cookbook
The joy of plans I have for cloved garlic,
ones roasted smell will linger near our nose,
as sweet a smell as Honeysuckle Rose
to tease our tongue with savory frolic.
I shred some chicken from barbeque
a moment when a pickle sounds so nice
next to some Cajun red beans with some rice
a delicacy made for just a few.
Sometimes these dinner smells bring back the room
of sons when they were little, my small boys,
and daughter snuggled in her Mommie’s arm.
A tear falls from my eye as we consume
a feeling that I’ve lost a certain joy
we tried so hard to live off humble farm.
III. A Garden Cookbook
As bittersweet as sage leaf in the stew
to melt some butter for a quick saute
while pouring Sun Tea, brewing up Latte,
remembering these tastes as children grew.
Some fragrant herbal virgin olive oil
to bring the flavor out in hearty dish
each meal a time to fulfill single wish
to forget pain in feet from daily toil.
Even though cook for smaller crowd these days
the purpose of the act remains the same
to gather up and feed the ones I love.
Today some sadness falls upon my glaze
and slightly beaten I still fan the flame
while removing roast with an oven glove.