Newspaper clippings and magazine rippings
shoved into a kitchen drawer (along with a few stray crossword puzzles)
Finding a certain recipe was usually a pretty big chore
Finding the right recipe was easy
you just grabbed one!
“I thought it looked good,” was always the comment.
In reality, sometimes it did and sometimes it didn’t
But that was the adventure.
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1 comment:
i love your mom. this poem brings lots of good memories with it. you know, one of my favorite things as a kid was to go up to your home to visit all the cousins. (i can totally see with my mind's eye that island in the kitchen with all of those things on top of it.) my mom does crosswords too, though not the cooking thing. sisters, eh? i love you jon.
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