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Showing posts with label Cookery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cookery. Show all posts
Thursday, February 16, 2017
Monday, January 16, 2017
Consumed
The children have left me
with this changed body
that holds onto their shapes
as though they're still inside
And the gulp of lovepride
worrylove happybrightfear
and other odd couplings
on the lip of my heart
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Yesterday, lingering after dinner, smirky and teasing (and full of love), At and Nu told me that even if I was in a nursing home on Thanksgiving, they'd make sure to visit me (and feed me mashed potatoes).
with this changed body
that holds onto their shapes
as though they're still inside
And the gulp of lovepride
worrylove happybrightfear
and other odd couplings
on the lip of my heart
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Yesterday, lingering after dinner, smirky and teasing (and full of love), At and Nu told me that even if I was in a nursing home on Thanksgiving, they'd make sure to visit me (and feed me mashed potatoes).
Thursday, January 05, 2017
Love Truths
Got home after four days of conferencing today, After dinner, Big A went upstairs and fell asleep, and then the kids went to bed, and then I made a late-night grocery-store run.
He showed up as I was putting groceries away and stood there (not helping!) throwing and catching a cauliflower (not helping!) and... I must have given him a speaking side-eye. To which he responded:
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He showed up as I was putting groceries away and stood there (not helping!) throwing and catching a cauliflower (not helping!) and... I must have given him a speaking side-eye. To which he responded:
Oh. I didn't actually come downstairs to help you. I came because I missed you so much and wanted to see you. *Grippy-Hug*This thing is sweet AND tough.
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Thursday, December 22, 2016
Saturday, November 26, 2016
Post-Thanksgiving
FIL and step-MIL came to visit the day after Thanksgiving and rather than feed them T-day leftovers as I did last year, I made ramen (with really nice broth, loads of fresh veggies, and lots of add-in toppings: peanut sauce, kimchi, roast chicken, fried eggs).
At the end of the meal, step-MIL says, "thanks for dinner.. it was really simple and..." And she just trails off. Healthful? Flavorful? No. Nothing. I don't think she was trying to diss my food, it was more like she genuinely lost interest in completing that sentence.
This morning--being back in the kitchen reminded me--and I started to giggle about it and had to explain to the kids why. At says, "Yeah, I noticed that too." So we giggled some more.
And it's been our response of choice to everything..."It's really simple and..."
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At the end of the meal, step-MIL says, "thanks for dinner.. it was really simple and..." And she just trails off. Healthful? Flavorful? No. Nothing. I don't think she was trying to diss my food, it was more like she genuinely lost interest in completing that sentence.
This morning--being back in the kitchen reminded me--and I started to giggle about it and had to explain to the kids why. At says, "Yeah, I noticed that too." So we giggled some more.
And it's been our response of choice to everything..."It's really simple and..."
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Monday, April 04, 2016
Après le diner
It's not much, really.
But, I can tell
our week's dinner
from the small aches
the burns and scalds,
and nicks they wrought.
But it is the half-eaten plate
that brings heartache.
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Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Après le diner
It's nothing, really.
But, I can tell
But, I can tell
our week's dinner
from the small aches
the burns and scalds,
and nicks they wrought.
It is the half-eaten plate
that brings heartache
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Saturday, January 02, 2016
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Nu-Sensical
Nu hasn't eaten her lunch--a wedge of Tortilla Española from dinner the day before.
Because: "You didn't pack me a fork!"
But: "I ate everything else! Even the sour cream for the tortilla. Although it wouldn't come out and I had to use my fingers."
It's a good thing then that FB sent me a great memory yesterday.
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Tuesday, March 10, 2015
One Stew to Carry it all and Cure Us
At's sick… he wanted...
something hot and soothing for dinner.
Behold our soup
with every ingredient known to help colds:
Chicken, mackerel,
ginger root, garlic, tomatoes,
cabbage, broccoli,
black pepper, turmeric,
mint and jalapeños,
sprinkles of salt
Then a bit of limon and C's salsa
from the summer of 2014 for heat.
It's delicious and magical.
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Monday, March 02, 2015
Compense
Wrestling an ocean of sky
the lyrics of whited valleys,
I crave the salt of the wind
the taste of words whipped
with sea air (hold the snow).
This land calls me by all names
But holds itself cold and aloof
hushing with remembered formality
calculations, welcomes, and reunions.
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Saturday, March 15, 2014
Eat your Bath!
I made Bisibele bhath for dinner.
And Nu thought it was hilarious
saying stuff like:
"This bath is delicious!"
"I've eaten all my bath!"
You get it.
And Nu thought it was hilarious
saying stuff like:
"This bath is delicious!"
"I've eaten all my bath!"
You get it.
Monday, September 09, 2013
NuNu Love
7:30. After I packed everyone's lunches,
I rushed to get changed for school.
In the time it took me to change,
she slipped her smiley "I heart you"
into my lunchbox.
When I got home at 4:30, she grabbed me
asking, "Did you find it? Did you see it?"
She said she kept giggling at school
thinking about that note to me.
Me too.
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Wednesday, September 04, 2013
Saturday, March 23, 2013
Misspeak
Stew
a head
ofcabbage garbage
in-certitude
curtained disdain.
Yellow is gold
is lemons
yellow is pages
is journalism
is cold Englishman's lyric
she says
planes, and trains
--not kind to my migraines
it rhymes, write the poem
I say
elastic-electric
forced
forged faked
shudderin' end
ex-tension
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a head
of
in-certitude
curtained disdain.
Yellow is gold
is lemons
yellow is pages
is journalism
is cold Englishman's lyric
she says
planes, and trains
--not kind to my migraines
it rhymes, write the poem
I say
elastic-electric
forced
shudderin' end
ex-tension
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Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Once, twice
Your place is inside someone.
the closing of their heart
a landscape scaled to story
what if you knew everything
About why my sister looks like
my sister, the slap of silence;
the beating that is the phone ringing
The lament of memory in all
the half-remembered childhoods
what if those habits are only errands
dead from scorn; like butter asking
to be left out, sleepy in the sunlight
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the closing of their heart
a landscape scaled to story
what if you knew everything
About why my sister looks like
my sister, the slap of silence;
the beating that is the phone ringing
The lament of memory in all
the half-remembered childhoods
what if those habits are only errands
dead from scorn; like butter asking
to be left out, sleepy in the sunlight
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Sunday, April 08, 2012
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