Poem: "Generations of Cooks Past"
This is the linkback perk poem for the July 6, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl. It was originally hosted by Dreamwidth user Dialecticdreamer. It is spillover from the May 4, 2021 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from Dreamwidth user Mama_kestrel and Anonymous. It also fills the "lack of support" square in my 5-1-21 card for the Leaky Pipeline Bingo fest.
Generations of Cooks Past
So much has been lost
to the sands of time.
Some of the first foods
remain much as they were
when they were invented --
the fish baked on a flat stone,
the rabbit roasted over a fire,
handfuls of berries and greens
from whatever's in season.
It's the details that blur,
the precision of seasonings.
* * *
Notes:
"No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice, and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers."
-- Laurie Colwin
[To be continued ...]
Generations of Cooks Past
So much has been lost
to the sands of time.
Some of the first foods
remain much as they were
when they were invented --
the fish baked on a flat stone,
the rabbit roasted over a fire,
handfuls of berries and greens
from whatever's in season.
It's the details that blur,
the precision of seasonings.
* * *
Notes:
"No one who cooks, cooks alone. Even at her most solitary, a cook in the kitchen is surrounded by generations of cooks past, the advice, and menus of cooks present, the wisdom of cookbook writers."
-- Laurie Colwin
[To be continued ...]