Traditions
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Holidays roll around
Anticipated but always more quickly
Than you thought, and with them
Come an avalanche of rituals, customs, stories.
What is your tradition?
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In all the chaos and stress
And all of the change-up of daily routine
What we do the same each year calms us in the chaos.
My calm is making cranberry orange bread from scratch
Hand chopping, hand mixing, warm and heart warming.
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(A Sonnetina Cinque)
Wild for Salmon
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Wild salmon is from the great cold pacific
The fisherpeople there are quite prolific
Know what I make of it will be terrific.
Dolloped with shallots tomatoes lemon squeeze
And fresh herbs from my garden grown with great ease
This recipe seems it will be sure to please
This filet is so large I can make six meals
With good fats and nutrients, it’s food that heals
Healthy sustainable food has great appeal.
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(A Muzdawidj Poem)
Purple Beans
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The purple beans are ready for harvest
From long vines upon the tired old fence
Of course there’s inspection with a taste test
Please believe the fresh-picked flavor is intense
Have to be sure not to eat the whole lot
Before I can get them into the pot.
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(An English Sestet Poem)
In the Kitchen
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I love to cook from scratch
Each new recipe is a chance to learn
For me there really is no match
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Can’t wait to get it down the hatch
My calories I earn
I love to cook from scratch
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Making cookies batch after batch
Trying not to burn
For me there really is no match
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Lowering mixer top, locking the latch
For homemade food I yearn
I love to cook from scratch
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To a good recipe I will attach
And continue to return
For me there really is no match
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Homemade food they will snatch
From processed, it’s easy to discern
I love to cook from scratch
For me there really is no match
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(A Villanelle Poem)
6 Pack
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Opted to take home a six pack
My will power shut down
When I spied them
Then I tried them
For these they are renown
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Better than any from my town
Lovingly deep-fried them
Each made from scratch
Batch after batch
Some with fruit inside them.
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The icing identified them
I know there’s no match
Cooling on a rack
Worth a greenback
I’ll put them down the hatch.
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My buckle I’ll have to detach
Oh please cut me some slack
Not a let down
I smile don’t frown
and know I will be back.
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(A Roundabout Poem)
Pistachios
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Plate full of pistachio shells
Those salty nuts are delicious
On the calories I won’t dwell
But at least they are nutritious.
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At eating these nuts I excel
The cracking gets repetitious
It’s at least one thing I do well
And they say they are nutritious.
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Take them away and I will yell
To share them I am judicious
There really is no parallel
I promise they are nutritious.
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The number eaten I can’t tell
When few are left it gets vicious
Eat too many and feel unwell
But at least they are nutritious.
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(A Kriele poem)
A Picture and a Poem 