Cooking Stories

Boil your hen, cut up in piecesLegs and wings and breasts and thighsAdd crushed garlic so the flavor increasesEight cups of broth brings a smile to your eyes While you wait let's chop some stuffCarrots and onions and mushrooms are niceCelery and brussel sprouts are never enoughEven a cup of brown or white riceSet your hen aside to coolAnd add your veggies to the brothIntense aromas will make you droolAnd too soon your mou...

In the Spring  I made you strawberry shortcake  I doubled the berries  Topped it with the creamiest of creams  I watched you savor its flavor  Took your compliments to heart  For you I’d bake a thousand cakes  Cook a hundred meals  Every day, for the rest of my life  I savored you  You were my delight, my daily dessertSummer came  Heat swept through my kitchen  Like the sandstorms of the dust bowl  In the sweet drippings...

The other day, I flipped the channels and landed on the Food Network. I watched it for a while and got a couple of good recipes. Later that day I asked my granddaughter what she wanted for dinner. What she answered gave me pause for what was follows here. "Grandpa, I want nothing for dinner tonight," she said. My brain sprung into action and I thought, "How does one prepare nothing to eat? Is there a recipe for it? Is the...

What scrumptious pears hanging over my fence, surely to pick them is not an offence; I need just six, that’s plenty to bake; Soaked in Cider…And it’s easy to make. I peeled them thinly leaving the stalks, then stood them upright, using two forks, in an old tin pot I found in my shed, after removing tin-tacks and old lumps of lead. I threw on some sugar after removing a spider; Then drunk two bottles of ‘Old English Cider’...

Wednesday, 7:24 PM.I kicked my front door shut with a satisfying slam, a full grocery bag in my hand. My perfect day at work at the perfect job was less than perfect – my boss had expressed doubt in my ability to survive in this position. And that had a deeper effect on my psyche than I’d like. I really would love to collapse on the floor and cry, to let it all out. I ached for the touch of my lover, for him to hold me in...