
I pull the faded recipe card
From the tin stored in
its usual place in the pantry
It is old now and dog-eared
The handwritten words
Faded over time
No need to read it
Having made this twice a year
Every year since forever
Over time adjustments made
A little more of this
And maybe a little less of that
Sensing the amounts
without measure needed
Layers of love
and the essence of you
folded in and stirred
The smell of it cooking
and the taste evoking
precious memories
of years gone by
Lovingly made for you
This became your favorite dish
From a little boy to a grown man
Even when you moved away
with your family for seven years
you would ask me
to make it and bring it to you
for the holidays
It is food comforting the both of us
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Sanaa is hosting D’Verse Poets thus evening and has prompted us with Food and how it makes us feel. Whether we are cooking, eating or smelling the aromas from the kitchen. This is a poem I wrote several years ago for a similar prompt. This kind of cooking evokes happy memories of the Holidays with children and laughter in the kitchen.
Very beautiful poem
much🤍love
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Thank you Gillena. I hope you are well ☺️🩷
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What a lovely poem full of sweet love and affection.
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Thank you dear Sadje ☺️❤️
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You’re welcome 😉
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Comfort food as you have described touches the soul! Beautifully written.
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Thank you Dwight. I’m happy you liked it ☺️
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You are very welcome.
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I think every hearth and heart has those cherished recipes, dog-eared from re-use and a perpetual favorite …My wife and I try to save on food expenses by making a few heavy-hitting meals served up as leftovers through the week, and we have five or six we’ve been enjoying now for decades. Your poem makes savor the shared comfort of such food, edible in substance and so nourishing within …
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Thank you so much Brendan. It’s called comfort food for a reason, isn’t it. I felt like that when I reminisced as I wrote the poem. Thank you 😊 💕
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Old, dog-eared, handwritten recipes are worth keeping as they are so full of memories, and they turn out best, especially with our own adjustments. I love the lines:
‘Layers of love
and the essence of you
folded in and stirred’.
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Thanks Kim. Those keepsakes are precious ☺️🩷
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Oh, those special recipes and the memories tied to them! So very special and precious. 💙
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Yes they are, aren’t they Merrill? Thank you 🥰
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You’re welcome, Christine!
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heart-warming and tender … thanks for the comfort.
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Thank you so much ☺️💕
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Oh my heart .. this is soo beautiful! 😍 I especially resonate with;
“Layers of love
and the essence of you
folded in and stirred
The smell of it cooking
and the taste evoking
precious memories
of years gone by.”
Thank you so much for writing to the prompt 🥰💝💝
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Made with love……..changes everything…beautiful
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Thank you so much Ain. Fond memories and I still make it. Don’t need the recipe anymore! 🥰
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