Food

I wish I had my mother’s gift

for making something out of nothing.

A can of tuna

is creamed tuna on toast.

Flour turns drippings into gravy.

Jello is a fancy desert.

Leftover roast beef

is a Sunday night sandwich.

Rhubarb is a pie.

Apples make a sauce.

Her kitchen was an allegory

for life lessons.

 

2 thoughts on “Food

  1. Beautiful! My grandma was the allegorical genius in our house, a survivor of the Great Depression that I would swear had a magic wand hidden in her kitchen drawers. I try to recreate her magic these days, but I so wish I could just call her up and ask. Thank you for the time travel!

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