On Tuesday, Sarah from Sarah Writes Poems hosted dVerse Tuesday Poetics – Food being the subject du jour. Well now. Anyone who knows me, knows I do food. I love food. I love to make food to feed others. I love to share pictures of my food. I am all over this prompt!
Funny how I knew exactly where I wanted to go and then, started writing and it went here. That muse just took over and ran roughshod over my idea! She might have had the right idea, we’ll never know because she squashed my original words. Hope she used a quality masher, is all I can say.
My Food is Love
Chatting about food with my cousin one day
She says: What do you mean, you cook for others?
You should cook for your own pleasure
I retort: What is the point to go all out
If it is just for me?
I show my love with my food
As did my father with his famous BBQ ribs,
His secret recipe held close to his chest
Or that one special meal made for my birthday, which I’ll never forget
And my mother, who can magically
Rummage in her freezer and find the ingredients
To feed a last-minute group of fifteen
I like to think I am a mix of both parents
Able to create something with nothing
Or to go all out with a six-course feast
My joy of creating fancy meals
Has caused others to fear receiving me for a meal
As if I would ever judge what they serve
The purpose of an invite is never to show off
Nor make others feel intimidated
It’s to gather my loved ones and share, even in the prep!
So, in my house, do not be surprised if on Tuesday
There is duck breast with raspberry sauce
Because Saturday it might be grilled cheese or frozen pizza
Creating food, simple or complex
All has the same goal, in the end
To show my love, sitting around my table
So, if I’ve gone through efforts, big or small
And no one comes to join me (kids? where are you?)
I guess my cousin was right, in the end
I best cook for my own pleasure, then
I suppose I could even convince myself it is a form of self-love
Yeah well… I’m not buying what I’m trying to sell
A Dalectable Life 