I love these poems. "Women's Work" puts me in mind of all those photos of my father and his angling kinsmen and friends with their catch laid out--but what made the whole family party so tasty were the unphotographed doings of my aunts and grandmother in the kitchen!
Oh, my goodness! I really enjoyed your reading and these food poems! I'm from Ohio, but the connections are many. Our family vacations were all about fishing. Both parents loved to fish. We caught bass and walleye up in Ontario every summer for years.. Dad cleaned 'em and mom cooked 'em. I still can bread and butter pickles every summer. NC sweet potatoes are the best in the world. We import them every chance we have to bring them home. They do keep.
PS That chiffon pie looks, and sounds, like a marvel of loving hands. As Penzy's (the spice merchant) says in their motto, "Love people - cook them tasty food."
Delicious poems, made me hungry, sad, grateful for memories of my Aunt Hazel's pickles (and other vittles) lining the sagging shelves in her basement. Beautiful work, GE. You continue to amaze!
Hello, Georgann. I love your poems, too, and your reverence for food, and I would like to order that book, and ask you to mail it to me at 1865 NC Highway 268, Lenoir, NC 28645. I will mail a check to you if you will give me your U.S. Mail address.
I also want to read your poem that includes my garret's cast iron bathtub! LIza Plaster
I love your poems, but especially “Okra!” I can picture those beautiful blossoms and you described the cooked pods and sliced ones to a tee!
I was thinking of you yesterday, when I was trying to get a single Starlight mint to dissolve in my mouth! Your pie looks scrumptious. Miss seeing you and Donna!
I love these poems. "Women's Work" puts me in mind of all those photos of my father and his angling kinsmen and friends with their catch laid out--but what made the whole family party so tasty were the unphotographed doings of my aunts and grandmother in the kitchen!
Oh, my goodness! I really enjoyed your reading and these food poems! I'm from Ohio, but the connections are many. Our family vacations were all about fishing. Both parents loved to fish. We caught bass and walleye up in Ontario every summer for years.. Dad cleaned 'em and mom cooked 'em. I still can bread and butter pickles every summer. NC sweet potatoes are the best in the world. We import them every chance we have to bring them home. They do keep.
As intimate as they are deliciously evocative. Congrats on your wonderful collection, Georgann!
PS That chiffon pie looks, and sounds, like a marvel of loving hands. As Penzy's (the spice merchant) says in their motto, "Love people - cook them tasty food."
Delicious poems, made me hungry, sad, grateful for memories of my Aunt Hazel's pickles (and other vittles) lining the sagging shelves in her basement. Beautiful work, GE. You continue to amaze!
Hello, Georgann. I love your poems, too, and your reverence for food, and I would like to order that book, and ask you to mail it to me at 1865 NC Highway 268, Lenoir, NC 28645. I will mail a check to you if you will give me your U.S. Mail address.
I also want to read your poem that includes my garret's cast iron bathtub! LIza Plaster
I love your poems, but especially “Okra!” I can picture those beautiful blossoms and you described the cooked pods and sliced ones to a tee!
I was thinking of you yesterday, when I was trying to get a single Starlight mint to dissolve in my mouth! Your pie looks scrumptious. Miss seeing you and Donna!