Orange creamsicle! my mouth like sticky fingers Sweet May in Cape May
Category: Miscellaneous
A Bitter-sweet Afternoon (Hour 9)
Home from school and the sweltering heat of day Greeted mom and she parroted, ‘Good afternoon, darling’ The last word slapped my face Mom was no romantic And a few steps into the house, dad sat stolid, and stolidly greeted me. An afternoon to remember…
Another Failed Attempt
Another Failed Attempt Another failed attempt. Nature laughs in contempt or in contemplation. The other failed attempts hover like ghosts incensed. Either ether or intents; ruinous is the empathy. Failed again? Don’t look so down and there really is a new tomorrow. I’ll take that…
Another Lifetime
Time is an enormous long river Utah Phillips – song Bridges I would like to believe in the multiverse theory of the universe Each night after finishing cooking and the dishes I could go into my home holo-suite and watch another version of how my…
Hour Nine – Baked Beans
Baked Beans Dad’s recipe: 2 cans of B&M Baked Beans. Add – some combination of brown sugar, molasses, and mustard powder. Dig out the special crockery only used for this purpose. Nothing fancy. It was a round casserole dish with a lid….
Nanny’s Special Tunafish Salad
Nanny’s Special Tunafish Salad My Nanny’s tunafish salad. Family occasio.meal. All the females in the kitchen chatting together. Nanny standing st the sink running water over the oil packed tuna. No water packed in those days. Peeling perfectly boiled eggs with shells that…
Please, Mama
Please, Mama, I don’t like it I push the peas around It doesn’t matter what I like When I’m in Mama’s house If you don’t eat it for dinner It’s breakfast in the morning If not breakfast, then for lunchtime And that’s your final…
Hour 9 Writing Prompt – Write about a food memory
Food memories are the best! Becky’s dad, his name was John Made the best flapjacks, at the break of dawn. We ate ’em up faster than he could fry Ole John he was a hell of a guy. Johnny Marzetti was a dish…
Semolina – hour NINE
My mother couldn’t cook. Her cream of wheat was always lumpy. When I finally realized it was supposed to be smooth I had already grown to love the lumps. Butter, not sugar, allowed to melt into a savory pool of yellow before stirring it…
What the king wants4pm
He doesn’t want much just people to talk to him NOT that difficult- starts with Hi. People to hear Him Sweet, sweet Spirit Pour out your Love Over me Pay attention to what’s going on around You From this Mess I’m in- Save me. Follow…