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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State 
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I recall my mother's breakfasts Unlike the ersatz stuff today, When you eat and run to the scales, To see how much you weigh. There were stacks of golden pancakes, With home-cured ham or bacon. Appetite the only limit On the helpings for the taking. Dripping with home-made butter, Flavored with our Mama's kiss. Surely the gods were never served A pancake as good as this. The bread was baked by mother. It made such wonderful toast. No manna straight from heaven Could of its good texture boast. Or maybe home-made biscuits Were the feature of the day; Served with freshly gathered eggs, That her free range chickens lay. On cold mornings as an extra, There was oatmeal with pure cream. Each spoonful so rich and smooth, A dieter can only dream. Seven children and a husband, Were nourished by her good food. Over twenty thousand such meals, While caring for her large brood. She cooked on this old iron range, Which in our extreme northern clime, Was cozy in the winter But a beast in summertime. All this wondrous food of Mother's Didn't make her family fat. We didn't munch between our meals, We were too well fed for that. I have a modern kitchen, With every convenient gadget. I try to cook food like mama's. I can't begin to match it. What was it about those meals of hers, An epicureans's delight? Not only served with lavish hand, But with love in every bite. By Joyce |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Yummy! I could sure go for a good home-cooked meal like that again! Those were the good old day! Great poem, Joyce! |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
Dear Joyce: Living a farm life was hard but it sure had some great rewards as well. You've described a few of them here. I can smell those pancakes cooking on the wood stove. Everything tasted better cooked that way I think. Betty Lou Hebert |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Joyce~ This is just plain downright SCRUMPTIOUS ! And right down to the home churned butter and cane syrup ! Nothing better ... Now, ya' done gone and made me HONGRY !  ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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